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#JUST MAYBE  but also it's actually happening. god damn. holy shit.
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helluva boss s1e3-6 reaction
these episodes are pretty damn short so I think I can stand to put a bit more in one post, also these are kinda messy random comments on stuff that happened so don't expect it to flow super well
episode 3
NOT THE FOURTH WALL JOKE I'M CRYING??????
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I see you background sapphic kiss
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she looks so cute
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my friend said he found loona annoying...... but honestly not seeing it!! I think she's kinda cute actually
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episode 4
some of these characters are like so fucking exaggerated LMAO
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HE DID NOT JUST CALL HER A FURRY LMAO
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oh this is one spicy killing session LMAO
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now some of this stuff near the end, already got a bit spoiled on by the wiki, but it's still all good fun
episode 5
oh my god I actually forgot stolas existed for a bit (thumbnail)
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OH FINALLY THIS GUY DEBUTS
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CARMILLA MENTION
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT?????
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HIDEAWAY HIDEAWAY HIDE AWAY FROM ME??????
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okay like I know she's classist and shit but can you really blame her for being mad about the cheating
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I mean I'm sure she's also just an asshole but everything with stolas is so messy I have no idea how to feel about him LMAO
episode 6
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oh holy shit, I'm glad living humans are not like being stupid and actually acknowledging the weird supernatural appearances of demons from hell in the living world
OH HINTS TO THEIR DEAL AGAIN
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the contrast between moxxie and blitzo's hallucinations are insane LMAO
blitzo: look at all this trauma I have moxxie: I'm a bottom I'm a bottom I'm a bottom I'm a bottom I'm a bottom I'm a bottom
well that was a nice convo
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maybe stolas is kinda cool...... sometimes............
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he's a bit fucked up but I'm starting to like him
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DAAAAMN
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well that was cool!! I think it's starting to pick up quite a bit, think I'll just post this and make a separate post for the last 2 of the season, but I like we're starting to go somewhere, also definitely can't wait for whenever fizzarolli properly shows up cause he and blitzo's shit has really been building up
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sytoran · 10 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐭.𝟏
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you, a regular law-abiding citizen, saved the gods by accident. now, the goddess of lust, natasha, is going to grant you a wish. you could've had just about anything, but looking at the ethereal being before you, there's only one thing on your mind.
pairing: goddess!natasha x dom!fem!reader (G!P)
note: hello, folks! this is the long-awaited goddess!nat fic for the milestone event! i am quite proud of this fic, ngl... got a bit too carried away with some parts ;)
word count: 2.5k
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When you jumped in front of a speeding car to save a cat on the road, you had absolutely no clue that the cat was not, in fact, a cat.
This not-cat was a species of flerken, and it’s name was Goose. Flerkens were extremely dangerous alien creatures. At least, that’s what the Goddess of Galaxies, Carol Danvers, told you.
Trust me, meeting an intergalactic space goddess with a pet killing-machine (that looked awfully like a cat) was about as chaotic and unbelievable as you would imagine it to be.
“H-holy fuck!” you yelled, jumping in your seat, as a glowing woman materialised before your very eyes, in your shithole of an office. 
“I do not believe I am holy, even though I am a Goddess.” The woman stated, watching with curious eyes as you tittered over your split coffee. Lifting your laptop and muttering curses, then sifting through the messed up paperwork.
“You’re a what?” You asked distractedly, still panicking over the mess that is your desk. “My boss is actually going to murder me. Or maybe I’ll murder myself first. I am literally- Yeah, okay, how the fuck did you appear like that? And aren’t gods supposed to be like, really huge? You look kinda…… human.”
“I am a goddess.” Carol reiterated with slight annoyance. A literal extraterrestrial being was in front of your eyes, and the only thing you cared about was your damn coffee? 
“We are beings you could only ever fathom from the depths of your imagination, powerful beyond measure. Which is also why we can shapeshift to look like regular human beings, so we won’t scare the shit outta you. Which seems to have still happened.”
You let out a dry bark of laughter. Carol wasn’t sure if you thought she was funny or you were about to burst into tears.
“So, why did you decide to visit me, ever-powerful, omnipresent, all-mighty being?” You asked, half-sarcastically, half simply given up on life itself. The report you had been working on for nearly an hour had been ruined by the fiasco earlier. 
You dropped into your chair, kicking your feet up onto your desk. Loosening your black tie with a weary sigh, you looked at the Goddess’ eyes and continued. “I’m a nobody. I’m an overworked and underpaid attorney. I run on caffeine. I don’t know why or how you’re here, but I really–”
“You saved us. The Gods and Goddesses.” Carol interrupts, firm and unyielding. “We owe you, alright? You get one wish.”
“One wish, to get whatever it is you desire. Anything. Anything at all.”
Your story was absolutely one of zero to hero. From an ‘underpaid and overworked attorney’, to having the fucking gods of the multiverse indebted to you, it seemed like a rather unorthodox situation.
“So… what do you want?” Carol had asked you. 
“Uhm, I don’t need anything,” you mumbled, fiddling with your loosened tie. “Like, it’s totally chill between us even if I saved your cat.”
Great. Real cool, Y/N. The middle school boys could never compare to your level of failed attempts at being cool.
“Goose is not a cat, alright?” Carol commented, offended. You mutter an apology. 
“So, what do you want?” she continued impatiently. “Humans thrive off greed. You mortals always want something. What is it, money? A fancy car? A boyfr– okay, not to be stereotypical, but you’re definitely not straight. So, women on your mind?”
You splutter at her outright but nevertheless true allegation. Carol gives you this blank stare that makes you feel stupid. 
“Well, I guess, as a woman, there’s something I do want,” you speak up after a while. Carol raises her eyebrows in interest. “Something I have wanted to try, you know.”
Leaning closer to whisper your deepest desire in the goddess’ ear, Carol’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline. Her impressed, intrigued, embarrassed, and taken aback emotions all morphed into one expression, almost steals a laugh from your lips.
“You want me to grant you a cock.”
The Goddess of Lust sits in her throne, a picturesque image of perfection, the statement falling from her lips with such ease. There’s a lilt to her voice you can’t decipher. You just nod, looking unfalteringly at the goddess, as if it was the most normal request in the world. 
The Goddess was slightly perturbed by your lack of, well, awe. There you were, standing in her grand palace, unfazed by the multi-million dollar chandeliers and gold-framed pictures, unfazed by her.
Natasha was just about the most exquisite sight people would kill to lay their eyes upon. Soft curls framed her delicately sculpted face like curtains to a stage, magnificent deep eyes and a more than well-endowed body to complement her pretty face. Her rose-gold dress of satins and sequins dripped with money. There was the thrall she exuded, of seduction so strong that had men and women falling to their knees.
Natasha was the Goddess of Lust for sakes, and the only thing you cared about was redeeming your wish?
She would’ve been annoyed, if not for how unfairly charming you were, standing with your hands in your pockets, a charming gentlemanly smile on your face.
“What kind of cock do you want?” Natasha resorts to ask, a playful smirk on her features. “I’ve seen some interesting ones over the years, intergalactic sex is far crazier than you would imagine. Ooh, do you want tentacles to-”
“Uh, no thanks.” You say hurriedly, a hand going out of your pocket to rub at your nose. It’s the first sign of discomfort or embarrassment Natasha’s seen from you. She grins. 
“Just a regular human one?” She clarifies, pouting at you slightly. 
“That’d be great, yeah.” You respond, back to smiling brightly. Natasha frowns. She knows that there’s something under that stupid gentlemanly facade you’re putting on. She’s craving to get a taste of it.
“What size?” The Goddess asks bluntly, like a Starbucks barista asking for your order on a Monday morning.
“A regular size would be fine, I suppose.” You respond in kind, nodding to yourself assuredly. Natasha winks at you. “Ah, a regular size, I see.”
Before you can decipher that cryptic response, the Goddess stands up, a pillar of superiority and authority. She snaps her fingers, and you’re being pushed back into a fancy chair. Where did the chair come from, anyway?
You forgo the answer to that question as the Goddess begins what you would assume to be the procedure. “Sit tight.”
A surge of pain presses against your crotch area, and you almost keel forward in shock, but the pain goes as quickly as it comes. 
“Wait….. that’s it?” You ask, almost disbelievingly. Natasha nods proudly.
You look down, hands resting on your belt buckle. 
You look up at the Goddess, and she only smirks. 
You pull down your pants in swift fashion, letting out a quiet ‘whoa’ at the bulge in your boxers. It definitely feels bigger than would be regular, but then again you don’t have much knowledge of a man’s cock per se.
“Thank you,” You say, pleased with the results. Trying something new in the bedroom would definitely bring more life to your desolate days.
All too quick for the Goddess’ liking, you’re putting your clothes back on and getting ready to leave. “Thanks for your help,” You say calmly, turning to walk down the long passageway.
God, you just wanted to watch her fall apart.
As you walk, you feel Natasha’ eyes burning holes through your back. Oh, the tension was palpable, building with each step you took. It was getting harder to walk, with Natasha’s thrall like a heavyweight on your shoulders, willing you not to leave.
As you stand before the tall doors, you come to a standstill. Natasha waits in her throne with bated breath, so many words fighting to fall from the tip of her stubborn lips.
Your hand pushes down on the door handle, and that’s the last thing you can do before Natasha snaps her fingers again, and the tension is broken like a snapped coil. Suddenly, you’re pressed against her, looking into her dilated pupils.
“You’re so annoying, you know? I’ve been so fucking horny, looking at you this whole time, and you were about to get up leave?” Natasha asks, her tongue coming out to dart at her pink lips. Her hands have grasped your forearms, but your hands are cinched around her waist, disabling movement.
“No,” you breathe, head moving down to trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her poised neck. “I was waiting for you.” The Goddess throws her head back under your fleeting touch. 
“Fuckin’ tease,” she mumbles, and you smirk against her skin. You’re rough with her, too, knowing that she isn’t made of glass, sucking purple marks into the pale skin of her neck, shoving your knee between her legs to spread them wider.
“Too much clothes,” Natasha breathes, and then with a burst of magic you’re stripped bare of any article of clothing. Her hands fly to your cock instantaneously, wrapping her delicate fingers around your semi-hard member.
You grunt against her skin, struggling to find a better position to properly have her. Since she’s sitting in the throne and you’re bent over above her, you can barely have her the way you want. Due to your lack of magical power, you resort to doing things the hard way.
Your hands slide under Goddess’ dress, going under her thighs, and then manhandling her up. Natasha’s whines of disapproval turn on deaf ears as you sit yourself in the grand chair, plopping her onto your lap. You don’t miss the way her thighs are already slightly damp.
“Need you inside now, fuck,” Natasha growls into your skin, climbing onto your cock as your hands squeeze at her thighs. You proceed to rip the fabric off her skin, deciding that there’s too much clothing restricting you from getting your hands on her.
And boy, was that a sight you’d never forget. 
“Oh!” The Goddess cries, when you lean forward to wrap your lips around her hardened bud. Your hands don’t rest for a moment, squeezing everywhere – hips, thighs, breasts, ass — whatever you can get your hands on. She’s fucking exquisite.
The stimulation seems to work wonders for Natasha’s pleasure, as she engulfs your cock in her warmth with fervour.
You gasp lowly, a throaty sound escaping your lips. Her hips and ass go up and down, working her cunt around the girth of your cock, wet and warm and slick. You can barely keep up with how desperate she is, and the fact that you have this wonder of a woman falling apart at your hands makes your heart soar.
Matching the rhythm of short upward thrusts with Natasha’s riding makes her moan out loud, a pretty melodious sound that imprints itself into your brain all at once. You wanna hear it a hundreds of times more.
Natasha gets more messy with her riding, as you suck hickeys, light ones and fierce ones, into her collarbone and her neck and breasts. You can’t resist the urge to slap her on the ass as she rides you like it’s the last day she’d be on this universe.
“Ah!” The Goddess moans, and you grip her thighs and push her down hilt deep, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. You feel her cum around your cock, so needy and desperate and mindless, and that triggers your own climax. 
Natasha hadn’t even begun to open her eyes again before she ends up on the floor and you hovering above her, your hands fervently spreading her cunt open. You duck your head down, licking a long stripe up her puffy clit. 
The Goddess writhes, unintelligible moans falling from her lips as you proceed to give her the best fucking cunnilingus of her life.
You’re more than determined to make this an unforgettable experience for the Goddess who probably had sex every other day. 
Natasha doesn’t know what the fuck you’re doing with your tongue, but you’re ravenous and your carnal desire makes her even wetter than before.
She’s slept with plenty of people, human or not, but none of them had ever been this uncouth about her pussy. Oh, it nearly drove her mad, but she was already seeing stars.
Before the Goddess registers what’s happening, your hardened cock slides into her cunt with a flippant ease once again. Natasha lets out a filthy moan as she feels it throb inside her, clenching around you hard.
You slap her thigh in retaliation, but feeling the sudden strike of pain only turns her on further. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you pant. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” 
Natasha takes it as a promise, when you spread her thighs and line your cock up with her pussy. The Goddess of Lust doesn’t think she’s ever wanted anyone this bad.
You enter her roughly, your previously calm exterior completely faded away. You fuck her deeper with each thrust, opening the Goddess up. Pounding into the woman’s cunt like a woman starved, you hear her beg and cry with each thrust.
“Oh, please! More! More!” The Goddes cries, nearly screaming your name every time your blunt head pushes against her cervix. You only get spurred on further, going at a pace so painfully fast you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.
You swallow at the sight of this Goddess, completely breathtaking in her state of unravelling. 
“My divine Goddess,” You say, leaning down to press a kiss against the bulge of your cock at her lower stomach. 
Those words in itself have Natasha uncoiling before you, your name falling from her lips like a sacred mantra. Her walls are wrapped around your cock so tight, her nails digging into your back so hard it nearly draws blood.
“My divine Goddess,” you repeat, eyes glazed over, reaching your own climax inside her. Natasha lets out a filthy moan, feeling each throb of your cock in her as walls of cum pulse inside her, again and again. 
God, it feels so good, everything everywhere all at once, your world becoming Natasha, Natasha, Natasha. 
You think you could stay like this forever.
A long bath and a trip to the Goddess’ bedroom later, you’re laying on her expensive silk sheets, hair smelling like rosemilk or whatever that shampoo had been called.
You honestly don’t know how this gorgeous woman’s been charmed by your awkward humour and the coffee stain on your work shirt, but you’re definitely not complaining as she nuzzles into your neck, humming in satisfaction.
“You sure that’s the first time you’ve ever had a cock?”
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atinylittlepain · 1 year
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ok so given that the oscars just happened, imagine a joel x actress!reader. before everything went to shit joel was a normal human being who loved watching movies and like any basic person had a celebrity crush. fast forward and the world has gone to shit and joel and ellie (and maybe tommy too) go on a patrol that goes wrong and get saved by miss “i just smashed a guys head in with my oscar” or something like that, just a fluff and fun imagine that isnt gonna break my heart in a million pieces like last nights episode
oh my god, your mindddddd - I love this idea :)
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Big Fan
Joel Miller x actress!reader
Joel Miller masterlist
Joel recognizes her right away. After all, she starred in his favorite movie of all time.
warnings | 18+ a little angst, nothing wild, this is fluff through and through
Read part two!
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“Are you–”
“I am.”
“You were in–”
“I was.”
“Well I’ll be damned.” 
“Alright, somebody better start speaking in full sentences, because I have no clue what the hell is going on.” Joel huffs, glancing at Ellie who's looking at him like he’s gone crazy, her gun still cocked at the woman in front of them.
“What? You don’t recognize her, kid? I just showed you Curtis and Viper.” Ellie’s brow furrows, but then she looks back at the woman and her eyes finally widen in recognition.
“Holy shit.” The woman laughs, eyes still focused on the barrel of Ellie’s gun.
“That’s not usually the movie people recognize me from. But I suppose it was my big break.” Joel nudges Ellie, muttering for her to put her “damn gun away, jesus christ,” and she quickly tucks it back in her belt.
He’s trying to not be weird right now, they did just kill five clickers together, but he’s finding it hard not to lose his cool over the woman who had been a silly crush of his since he first saw that cheap action movie as a teenager. He knows she did much better films afterward, remembers hovering behind the couch one night while Sarah was watching one of those awards shows, lingering just a bit longer when he saw her giving an acceptance speech with a blinding smile in a dress that probably cost more than his house. She’s certainly less elegant-looking now, but even after twenty years in a world like this, he can’t help the quick kick of his heart at actually meeting this woman in the flesh.
He clears his throat, also trying to clear his mind.
“Are you alone?” She sighs, wiping the blade of her knife on her jeans before sliding it back into its sheath.
“I wasn’t, and then I was. We were headed toward a settlement we heard about, I think a bit further north from here?” Joel keeps his expression steady, but can feel Ellie glancing at him. Movie star or not, he knows they have to be careful about who finds out about Jackson. But apparently, this woman isn’t just pretty, and she seems to pick up on the heavy pause after what she said.
“Do you two know about the place I’m talking about? Are we close?” Joel, sighs, looking at Ellie before making a decision that Tommy is probably going to smack him for later.
“We, um– we’re from there, actually. If you’re talking about where I think you’re talking about.” She huffs out a laugh, and offers them that megawatt smile Joel remembers seeing on his TV screen. Ellie, meanwhile, scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at Joel.
“No shit. Do you think you have room for one more?” Joel’s eyes dart once more to Ellie, just seeing the subtle shake of her head, but he chooses to ignore it. How could he say no to the woman who had, embarrassingly, been one of his first wet dreams?
“You’ll have to talk with my brother, but I’m sure you’ll be welcome to stay on.” Megawatt, megawatt, megawatt. He reckons that smile could melt steel beams.
“Joel, what the fuck–”
“Ellie–”
“No, what are you thinking? If not Tommy, Maria’s gonna be so pissed she’ll probably cut your balls off.” He shushes the girl, glancing ahead at the woman hiking further in front of them.
“Look, she’s all alone– hardly a threat– and she’s looking for somewhere to stay–” She scoffs.
“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the way your eyeballs practically popped out of your head just looking at her?” He grumbles, hand tightening around the strap of his rifle.
“You just mind your own business, alright? I’ll take care of it.” Ellie huffs, starting to trudge further ahead of him, but not before muttering out “whatever you say, fanboy.” Joel is stunned still by her words.
“Where the hell did you get that word from?” She turns on her heel, walking backwards for a beat as she smirks at him.
“One of those old magazines. Pretty sure she was on the front page if you wanna borrow it.” Before he can get a word in edgewise, she’s already turning back around and continuing their hike back to Jackson.
“Holy shit. Joel, look who it is!” Joel grunts, nudging Tommy out of his starstruck stupor.
“Yeah, I know. Just hiked five miles with her.” Tommy laughs, slapping him on the back before grinning at her.
“It’s real nice to meet you. You know, Joel here had your poster on his bedroom wall–” The nudge he gives his brother this time is a little less friendly, causing Tommy to grumble and rub his arm. She, however, takes it in stride, laughing lightly as she shifts in her boots.
“I’m flattered, really. It’s, um, it’s nice to meet you, Tommy.” Tommy’s eyes go wide.
“I can’t believe you just said my name. This is crazy–”
“Tommy.” Joel cuts his brother off with a hard look before he embarrasses himself anymore. He clears his throat, seeming to get a hold of himself as Joel continues.
“She had been traveling with a group, looking for this place. She’s the only one left though. Was hoping to join the town.” Tommy grins again, glancing between her and Joel.
“Well, I’m sure we can make that happen. I think Joel would kill me if I didn’t let–” He squeezes Tommy’s shoulder hard, willing him to shut his mouth. 
“That little house next to ours is still empty. Why don’t we set her up there?” Tommy’s smile at his brother’s words is all too smug for Joel’s taste, but he still nods, turning his attention back to her.
“If that���s alright with you, ma’am. I’ll let the folks know to turn the gas and electric back on for that place.” She smiles brightly at that.
“That would be amazing. Thank you so much. I owe you all big time.” Tommy snorts.
“I’m pretty sure you can pay Joel back with an autograph, he’d probably cre—“ Joel’s heard enough, resorting to kicking Tommy in the ankle to shut him up. Ellie huffs from where she’s watching their pathetic display.
“Alright, well if you two freaks are done making fools of yourselves, I’ll show her over to that house.” 
When Joel gets home, the first thing he does is look at that DVD. He had found it a week or two ago on a patrol shift, left in a hollowed-out RV. Ellie was less than impressed and Maria refused to show it at movie night because it’s so gory, but he held onto it anyways. He can still remember going to see it in the theater with Tommy, both of them too young to get in if not for their friend working the ticket booth. He flips the case over in his hands, and sure enough, there she is on the back cover, looking impossibly beautiful while firing a machine gun. What’s not to like, right?
He’s broken out of his revelry by the sound of the front door opening, and soon enough, Ellie is stomping up the stairs to come looking for him. When she finds him in his bedroom, sitting on the end of his bed, she glances at the DVD he’s holding, a grin spreading over her face.
“Just like you remember, huh, old man?” He grumbles, getting up to set the movie back on the bookshelf before turning back to Ellie.
“She settling in alright?” She hums, nodding lightly.
“Yep, made a beeline for a shower. Told me to thank you. I told her you’d be coming around for your autograph later.” His face crumples in indignation while Ellie lets out a cackle.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But in all seriousness, I think she’s interested– in you– which pains me to even say, but, I figure you deserve to know that the woman of your pubescent dreams was asking questions about you.” Joel’s jaw goes slack, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.
“She– she was asking about me?” Ellie nods around a smirk.
“Mmhmm. And I told her you’re a grumpy old bum who doesn’t take kindly to strangers.” He huffs, but she laughs again.
“Sorry, kidding again. I didn’t tell her much. Just that you’ll be around. But if I were you, I’d “be around” sooner rather than later, before the rest of Jackson gets a piece of her. Snatch her up before there’s sweeter bait to bite down on, you know?” He thinks briefly that he needs to see just what sort of magazines this kid is reading, because he can’t quite believe what’s coming out of her mouth. He grumbles, shaking his head at her antics.
“There ain’t gonna be any snatching going on. Just mind your–” She huffs, already walking out of his room.
“Mind my business, yeah, yeah, I know. But think about what I said, old man. Better cast your line quick for this one. My guess is you weren’t the only one who had her poster in your bedroom back before.” 
He’s not letting that kid read magazines anymore.
When he steps out on his porch later in the afternoon, fully intent on what Ellie has affectionately started calling his “adult nap time,” he’s interrupted by someone calling his name. He catches sight of her sitting on the porch of the little house next door, waving and smiling at him like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Hey, neighbor.” He tentatively waves back, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy her as she motions for him to join her. He sighs, rather stiffly walking over to her porch and joining her on the bench seat, keeping a very respectable distance between them. Clickers, raiders, general imminent danger, he can handle. Pretty lady? That’s touchy. Pretty lady who he imagined marrying as a teenager? Just put him out of his misery already. He knows it’s ridiculous, that none of that matters now. She’s just as worn and weathered as the rest of them by this crumbled world. But that smile she keeps flashing him might just bring him to his knees.
“I wanted to thank you– for bringing me along. I was, uh, starting to lose hope back there a little bit.” He nods, glancing at her.
“No need for thanks. Just the right thing to do in this world. I’m sorry– about your group. I don’t know what happened, but that couldn’t have been easy being out there on your own.” She shrugs, waving off his sentiment.
“It was barely a group to begin with. Just some folks who happened to get out of the San Francisco QZ together.” His brain is quickly trying to knit together the movie star he remembers from the past and this woman who sits before him now, an obvious edge to her.
“Were you in California? Back when everything…” She nods, her face set in a grim look.
“LA, where else? Now that was a nightmare. I bet the only worse place to be when everything went down was New York. Bodies everywhere. Don’t think I’ll ever forget it.” She lets out a humorless laugh before glancing at him.
“That movie you like so much? I remember when I got the role, I had no idea how I was gonna pull it off. Grizzled heroine with a dark past and a penchant for violence. I was nothing like her. But now, I feel a whole lot more like her and a whole lot less like me.” She sighs, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I dumped that on you.” Joel is quick to shake his head, leaning over his thighs to catch her gaze.
“No, no. I get it– in my own way, I guess. The world changed and– we had to change with it.” That coaxes a crooked smile out of her as she looks at him. A simple silence descends between them as they share quiet smiles. She finally giggles, scrunching her nose at him.
“That girl– Ellie? I think she said something about you wanting an autograph?” Joel can feel the hot blush creeping up his neck as his face goes slack. She just splits out in a laugh, tipping her head back in delight.
“I’m sorry, I’m kidding. But, you know, what I went by, what people still call me, that isn’t my real name.” Joel’s eyebrows quirk up and she sighs, shaking her head.
“Just a stage name. I don’t really mind people calling me that, but can I tell you my real name?” He can feel the smile tugging at his mouth as he nods. Before he knows what she’s doing, she’s taking his hand into her lap, slowly tracing out her name with her finger across his palm. An autograph, of sorts. He’s pretty sure his brain short-circuits, just barely stringing together her name as she finishes. He murmurs it lowly and she offers him her brightest smile yet, still holding his hand lightly in her own.
“And you’re Joel, right?” He’s only a little embarrassed by how quickly he nods.
“Mmhmm. Miller– Joel Miller, yep.” She lets out a breathy laugh, now clasping his hand in a firm shake.
“It’s nice to really meet you, Joel Miller.” 
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Cult Tips for AFTG writers
notes from the resident ex-cult pastor
If you’re in the cult, there is nothing bizarre abt what’s happening and in fact the normal stuff that happens outside of it is what’s bizarre to you. Target? Weird. McDonald’s? Even weirder. I can like guarantee Jean and Kevin never had McDonald’s until they left the Nest.
When you leave, you’re gonna be paranoid as fuck. All the time. Ngl at least for weeks but sometimes for years. Nightmares and insomnia 24/7. Hallucinations too lmao Riko is in every corner of empty rooms and you can hear his voice echo in the confines of the lockers.
I see a lot of Jean wanting to go back to the Nest, but not a lot of Kevin wanting to go back. He definitely struggled, 100%. In fact when he was in the pits of agony from his broken hand, was when he probably wanted to go back the most. Cult is home, cult is safe. Four walls you’ve always known and while it’s a cage at least it’s dependable. They hurt you but by god it always works out and the reward of pushing through this tragic incident is greater than the terror it caused in the first place. It’s a gift, actually. A gift from Riko. He saved Kevin. Cults save you. Cults make you wanna return to them like damn homing pigeons bruh. Give me more shattered hand Kevin screaming at Wymack to let him go back home and having a breakdown when he’s denied fics thanks
Piggybacking off the last one: cults are saviors; you’re nothing without them and they make sure you truly believe that; that everything that is done to you is for you and you’re blessed for it to be happening. You’re lucky even, to be allowed in it. Everything is as it’s supposed to be and order must never be challenged, because it works, and you’re the Edgar Allan Ravens, and this is the most honorable place you could be. All the pain you go through is you earning the right to be saved and to prove your worth every day on court. Only the worthy are honored.
You justify everything that happened and you will start fights and get angry with people who try to correct you and tell you it was wrong what went on.
On the other hand, you blame yourself for everything ever that happened there whether you were at fault or not. Hurting others, hurting yourself, gaslighting the fuck out of yourself over things maybe you could’ve prevented and over things you never could’ve stopped. The guilt is crippling and it eats you alive and haunts you.
There’s a lot of shame too. I see more guilt written than shame but shame is a huge portion of emotions that cult survivors have. Shits embarassing dude like “god how did I end up thinking this wack ass shit was normal” 😐 Shame comes later in the healing process usually, it’s after you have come to terms with shit that’s happened and you understand it. Looking back, you go “Jesus fucking Christ that was a red flag what the hell. Should’ve left then, or then, or then, or then” and then you’re just plain fuckin embarrassed.
Please look up how hive minds and brainwashing are created and work; also Stockholm Syndrome; understanding these would be incredibly helpful tbfh.
Diets are big; everyone eats the same thing; food is used as a reward and a punishment.
Hype hype hype. They whip up a frenzy of one singular emotion and use that to push you into a blind hysteria because you’re more suspectible to their influence when you’re out of your mind.
Drugs. Depends on the cult. But yeah these little bitches can be a huge factor for shit and can help with the brainwashing and hysteria and stockholm. Sometimes you don’t even know you’re being drugged or poisoned until you leave.
OH I ALMOST FORGOT. Dehumanization and then being treated like a person again can be traumatic as fuck yall!! Holy shit! Sometimes it feels worse than being dehumanized!
EDIT AGAIN: you don’t know what mental illness is !! Cults don’t fucking tell you these things lmao. if you show symptoms it’s your fault. Kevin being depressed his mom died was gonna get blamed on him and he was never going to be told grief is normal and it’s okay to be insanely sad. Jean also never got told his anger was correct or his trauma responses to being raped were realistic! They just got blamed for any reactions ever that weren’t neurotypical !! that is all; do with that what you will.
Idk if I think of anything else I’ll write another one but that’s all for now; I haven’t slept much lmao 🫡
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— MEGUMI'S BABYSITTER!
Toji Fushiguro x Trans Male Y/N || Content Warnings: minor writing smut, nsfw, reposted off my old account (@ballsinyojaws2000), slowburn(?? is that what its called?), sex toys, rough sex, name calling, creampie, pregnancy talk, big dick toji, mating press, overstimulation(?), kid megumi :), subbot y/n & domtop toji, rest of writing under cut || Word Count: 2,085 || Followers When Posted: 29 ||Author's Note: raghhh i feel bad -^- anyway this is very very self-indulgent
ALBUM ENTRY!: Who knew that a babysitting gig could get you dicked down by a hot dilf! And since you're in college and don't have enough in your wallet, you could definitely use the money! Nothing bad is gonna happen though... right? WYOVVIA 2024!
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“Fuck..” [y/n] doesn’t have enough money for groceries again. He could just ask his friends for money but he’s practically already in so much debt to them! Goddamnit, they were right. He needs to actually get a real job so he can pay for groceries instead of just fucking spending it on sex toys ‘n shit. 
[y/n] looks for jobs and then after a long time finds a somewhat easy job with an okay pay at least. A babysitting job. He accepts the job, surprisingly there’s no background check on someone who’s gonna watch your kid. [y/n] drives to the place and knocks on the door. Time for his first time ever babysitting. Hopefully this shit doesn’t fucking suck.
Toji opens the door. Holy fuckin’ hell… why was this dude hot? [y/n] blushes but Toji brushes it off as something stupid or weird. “You the babysitter?” [y/n] nods and tries to calm himself down a little bit. He hears Toji sigh and then Toji opens the door so [y/n] can come in. “Hurry up and get in the house. I gotta go somewhere.”
[y/n] quickly steps in so Toji doesn’t get upset. “Kids upstairs. His name is Megumi.” And then he… just fucking leaves??? What the hell? God, what a prick. Honestly. At least he’s hot… maybe [y/n] could get some dick from him if [y/n] behaves and is nice to him. Maybe some extra cash? Anything would be good really.
[y/n] shuts the door and actually looks at the inside of the house. Damn, this place is so fucking dirty. [y/n] sighs and goes upstairs to check on the kid. What was his name again? Megumi? Yeah, pretty sure it was Megumi. He left in such a fuckin’ hurry that it was hard to process that he was even there in the first place.
When [y/n] gets to what he thinks is the kid’s room, the door is open. Megumi is in the room. “Are you the babysitter that Toji hired?…” Toji? So that’s his name. Also, the fuck? This kid who looked only 8 or 9 years old is on a first-name basis with his dad? “Yeah, you hungry or somethin’?”
For the rest of the day [y/n] takes care of Megumi. Toji returns late at night. 11 PM, almost 12 AM. What the hell was he doing all day? [y/n] blushes at the sight of Toji and can’t help but look at him. Goddamnit… [y/n] looks away and is about to speak to him. “Hey-“ “You can leave now. Come back tomorrow, I need someone to watch Megumi again.” And as soon as [y/n] realizes it, he got kicked out. C'mon! [y/n] wanted to get his number or something at least! Sure, he is mostly doing this for the money and the hot fuckin' dad there but they still need some kind of conversation outside of the two seconds before Toji leaves and after [y/n] gets kicked out!
Whatever. He has tomorrow at least. This is probably only gonna last until Toji finds out about what [y/n] thinks about it. After that he'll probably just fire him or whatever and [y/n] will go back to how he was before.
The next day when [y/n] gets there, Toji isn’t even at the house! [y/n] wanted to see him again! [y/n] could clean the rest of the house. There’s nothing really better to do until Megumi says he’s hungry. Last time Megumi was asking [y/n] a bunch of questions. Things like ‘how old are you?’, ‘what’s your name?’, and all of that. He’s smarter than his dad at least. Toji just let [y/n] be the babysitter with no questions or anything and then just let [y/n] in his house and left.
When [y/n] is making Megumi breakfast Megumi walks up to him, probably to ask another question. Megumi’s face is cute. He looks like he’s trying to be serious and maybe intimidating when in reality he’s really small and his head can barely reach [y/n]’s mid torso.
“Are you here to steal anything?” Megumi says with a ‘serious’ face and his eyebrows furrowed. Jesus, this was like the ninth time this kid was asking [y/n] if he was here for any bad reason since he first got in the house yesterday. [y/n] sighs a little bit before answering him. “Yes, I swear I’m not here for anything…” “You promise?” “Promise…”
Megumi finally left [y/n] somewhat alone after that. He still asked [y/n] a ton of questions but Megumi kind of got rid of the questions about [y/n] being here for a bad reason. Wanting to see and spend time with the hot dad here wasn’t a bad reason, right?
[y/n] makes Megumi’s breakfast and gives it to him. The kid wasn’t picky with his food, at least that’s good. [y/n] even had to bring some food over from his house cause there wasn’t enough to make an actual, good meal. Damn, Toji as a dad sucks. But thinking of him as someone to sleep with? That was absolutely great. Lately Toji is all that [y/n] is thinking about. He can’t help it. Toji’s just so muscular and attractive that he’s constantly on [y/n]’s mind.
[y/n] goes around the house trying to figure out what other rooms there are to clean. He doesn’t wanna clean Megumi’s room right now because he doesn’t wanna bother him. He finds a room and opens the door. It’s bedroom with a king sized bed. Is this… Toji’s room? It’s pretty messy. There’s clothes on the floor and the blankets are scattered a bit. Would Toji get upset if he cleaned his room? Probably not… right?
[y/n] starts cleaning Toji’s room while wondering if Toji would get mad if he cleans it. [y/n] picks up the clothes and fixes the bedsheets. As [y/n] cleans, he finds some.. uh… interesting things. Specifically fleshlights and a few other toys. Right, Toji doesn’t have a wife or girlfriend that [y/n] knows of, so is Toji pent up? Does Toji go to clubs and places like that all day? Is that where he’s going? If so, [y/n] has no chance against the people that work there or go to places like that!
[y/n] needs to find a way to talk to Toji or someone else could get Toji’s attention! Maybe… What if [y/n] tells him that he saw the sex toys? Fuck no! That’s a bad idea! But what if [y/n] says that he can help Toji with problems like that instead of the sex toys? That might work… Or maybe [y/n] will just get fired after he says that. Oh well. Fuck it. He would rather take the chance to get dicked down instead of not taking the chance.
[y/n] cleans up the rest of the room and puts the toys back where they were. Hopefully Toji won’t notice he saw them right away?… When Toji gets home that day, the same thing happens that happened yesterday. But [y/n] has a plan. He has to risk it. He needs to risk it. He doesn’t want anything other than Toji. The worse that can happen is him getting fired and having to find another job. [y/n] can barely sleep that night. He’s thinking about what he’s gonna try to do tomorrow.
The next day goes how the rest of them went. [y/n] gets there, makes food for Megumi, and cleans the house. Today Megumi let [y/n] clean his room. It seems that Megumi trusts him a little bit more now.
When it’s time for [y/n] to leave, he talks to Toji before he gets casually shoved out. “H-Hey, uhm… I saw your.. sex toys in your room… Y’know.. y- you could use me instead…” Goddamnit! Why was he so nervous now?! It’s one thing to think about saying it but it’s completely different saying it right in front of Toji! He’s so much fucking bigger than [y/n]! Whatever. There’s no going back. What’s gonna happen? Is [y/n] getting fired or is he getting fucked?
Toji raises an eyebrow and looks down at [y/n]. He wasn’t expecting that. No way in hell. But [y/n] didn’t expect it to actually work! Next thing he knew he picked up [y/n] and brought him to his bedroom! He layed [y/n] down on the bed and quickly and roughly tore off [y/n]’s pants and underwear and looked at his wet, glistening cunt, and pretty ass with a butt plug with a gem on it. “God.. were you expecting to get fucked by me? Such a fuckin’ whore that you wanna bang the dad of the kid you’re babysitting?~”
Toji’s words just made [y/n] whine and get even more wet and made his face go red. Toji seems to notice and he grabbed [y/n]’s legs and pushes them up to [y/n]’s chest so Toji could get a better view at [y/n]’s ass, and then he spanks it. “M’gonna take that as a yes, slut?”
Toji pulls down his pants just enough for him to be able to pull his cock out. Holy fuck. There’s no way [y/n] can take that. Toji was too big. It was like a whole 8 inches- no. more than that. [y/n] wondered how it’ll fit. He can’t take that, right? There’s no way.
Toji sees [y/n] staring at his dick and his smirk gets wider. “You scared in how it’s gonna fit? Is it too big for you?~ You’re the one who wanted to be fucked so badly so you better take it like a good boy.” Toji then grabs his dick and lines his cockhead up with [y/n]’s dripping cunt. Toji then slams his length into [y/n] without warning. “F-Fuck!~ T-Toji!” [y/n]’s eyes start watering from how much he feels like he’s being stretched to the brim.
“C’mon. I know you can take it. You’ve probably had someone’s dick shoved up your pussy tons of times. Besides, you said I could use you. So I’m gonna do just that.~” Toji pulls out until only his tip is in, and then sinks back inside his cunt. “Fuck… you’re so tight… loosen up.”
[y/n] tries his best to relax but can’t due to Toji’s cock staring to fuck in and out of him roughly. “Mgh- mnn!- T-Toj- Ah!~ Toji! s’too much!~” “But you’re still moaning while being fucked like a prostitute~” Toji leans forward and grabs [y/n]’s thighs and presses them against his chest, letting Toji go even deeper into him. Toji speaks directly into his ear. “I’ve seen how you looked at me during the little time we’ve seen eachother.. you’re that desperate, huh?~ I’ve noticed how you’ve been feeding and taking care of Megumi- Fuck- Bet you wanna give him another sibling, huh?~”
The thought of them giving Megumi another sibling…- fuck- [y/n] could barely think straight. He’s already going dumb on Toji’s cock. [y/n] can’t even verbally respond due to how good he’s feeling. Every second he’s whimpering, moaning, whining, and every other thing too. [y/n] was already so close to cumming and Toji seems like he just started.
“Agh!- F-Fuuck! Toji!- m’gonna cum-“ “Already? The whore is already about to cum because of my cock? Go ahead, cum. But I’m not stopping until I’m done.” [y/n] cums on his cock and his legs tremble and shake slightly as his cunt clenches and unclenches around Toji. “Fuck- You’re so tight.. Might even wanna keep you… get you pregnant with my cum and give Megumi another sibling…”
[y/n] is so sensitive from his release, but Toji keeps going harder and faster. [y/n] is trembling and his eyes are rolling back while he moans loudly due to how hard Toji’s fucking him. Eventually he feels Toji’s cock twitch inside of him. “Fuck… m’gonna cum, pretty boy. You gonna take it? You better. M’gonna stuff you with my cum-“ Toji thrusts his cock a few more times and then goes in until their hips are right against eachother. Toji cums inside of him and [y/n] is so sensitive. He cums again from feeling Toji’s hot seed inside of him.
Few seconds later, Toji pulls out and watches as his cum drips from [y/n]’s cunt. “Damn… haven’t came that much in awhile.. M’gonna keep you and you’re gonna be a good boy and be a good daddy for Megumi, right?” [y/n]’s throat hurts from being so loud. He faintly nods and Toji smirks. “M’gonna clean up, stay here.” Toji leaves to get some tissues and [y/n] falls asleep before he comes back. Guess he’s staying the night.
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quinloki · 10 months
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period sex and aftercare and /BUGGY/ are so big brained can i ask for those two plus dacryphilia with buggy and croco-baby and maybe a secret third character (your choice) if you feel up to it!!! Thank yooouuu!!! :o)
Alright, I got ONE MORE KINK ASK after this and I'll be all done with them \o/ Holy shit I can't believe how many asks I got for this (And how much fun I've had dealing with them.)
It helps a lot that I love kinks, kinky people, one piece characters, and learning/educating >.>
Alright we got Period Sex, Aftercare, Dacryphilia (the crying kink) - For Buggy and Sir Crocodile - and since you called him Croco-baby I'll add Donquixote Doflamingo to this.
I am surprised with as often as I feel like I've seen the crying kink pop up that I haven't already done it for ANY of these guy =O
And also yay \o/ AFTERCARE ASK \lol/
Go go alphabetical!
Buggy:
Period Sex - FUCK Yes - It's messy, it's red, it's kind of flashy actually, and Buggy loves it. You don't grow up on the most famous pirate ship in the world without being comfortable with all sorts of things. I feel like everyone under Roger's flag was, we'll say educated, and as such I can't see anyone from that crew being put off by menstruation.
Plus, orgasms are a cure for some, and there's one way to find out if it works for you to alleviate any cramping you may be feeling. You're going to be a complete mess by the time it's done though, Buggy's a little blood-lusty, surprisingly maybe, but he gets feral, and more so than with lipstick or makeup, he loves to "mark" you.
Aftercare - Oh god you don't even know - He is a terribly stressed clown, but I also think he's a big damned softie too. Buggy really is just as comfortable brushing your hair as he is ordering the crew around. Maybe more so, honestly. All that hair he has though, and that makeup he wears, the man's skin and hair care routines are on point as much as his eyeliner game. He will take care of you after every session, even if he subbing or bottoming some of it.
I think Buggy's desire to serve is almost as strong as Sanji's honestly. If you're an important person to him, he doesn't want to let you down, and he will devour your praises. But he's also The Captain™, and no matter what his role was, he's going to provide you proper aftercare.
Dacryphilia - No. - Sure sometimes tears happen. Sometimes you're so overwhelmed they slip out, sometimes you are chocking on the impressive package this man has. Sometimes tears happen, but Buggy doesn't like tears. He doesn't want to see you cry. If your makeup smears he wants it to be cause of sweat and pleasure and touch, not because you're crying. He's not even good at handling happy tears, let alone any other kind.
Buggy's more of let-him-do-the-crying-for-both-of-you type. He'd happily be the only one stressed to the ends of his capacity, than to have you worry. (Which probably worries you xD it's a bit of a cycle like that).
Sir Crocodile:
Period Sex - Yes - He doesn't mind the mess. The cause doesn't bother him. The only reason it doesn't rate higher is because it's hard to know if your period will heighten your pleasure or your pain - that lack of control bothers him, no matter how well or fast he can adjust accordingly.
He also doesn't see it as marking you the same way some others do. It's your blood, not his. It has a scent that isn't his or his cigars. If anything it's an annoyance because you should smell like him, and you shouldn't ever be hurt enough to smell like blood. You shouldn't be close enough to violence to even know what blood smells like, at least as far as he's concerned. But he'll soothe your cramps and discomfort in any way he can when it's that time.
Aftercare - Oh god you don't even know - As said before, Crocodile is all about control, and aftercare is required for control. You don't want to leave your little bottom/sub spiraling with all sorts of thoughts on their own. Whether we're talking toxic AU or not. Aside from the control though, he enjoys it. It's time to bond, to discuss, to connect. The more he knows about you the more control he can exert.
The more control you can hand over.
Plus, as beautiful as you are in his clutches, you're just as beautiful in his care.
Dacryphilia - FUCK Yes - Oh please cry for him. Sob in terror or pleasure or pain, he's not picky. Your face in tears is as lovely as your face contorted in pleasure. The only requirement is that those tears are his fault. No one else is allowed to make you cry.
As much as he will pull tears from you - and most sobs of pleasure as long as you're good - he'll kiss them away so sweetly. Brushing them aside so kindly, and with such praise.
Donquixote Doflamingo:
Period Sex - FUCK Yes - Not only is it a mess, it's a bloody mess. Doffy's a bit twisted and I can see him actually smearing the mess all over you while he's taking a break between railing you. He's not doing it so much to mark you, as he is to almost degrade you. He'll tell you how dirty you are, covered in blood and cum and tears - he 100% gets into degrading you during it.
Sometimes being on your period can make you more sensitive to pleasure, and sometimes it makes you more sensitive to pain - it doesn't matter as far as he's concerned. He'll get his pleasure at the least, and he'll enjoy turning you into a mess in the meantime.
Aftercare - Yes - Unless he's truly into you, don't take this as some kind of kindness. Aftercare is a good time to learn and bond, and for Doffy that generally means it's a great time to reinforce all his manipulations. It lets you think he cares (again, *maybe* he does), and pulls you closer into his grasp.
A truly skilled puppeteer doesn't necessarily hide the strings, he just makes sure you don't pay attention to them when you should be >.>
Dacryphilia - Oh god you don't even know - Cry for him, please. Crumble to pieces in pleasure, fear or pain - whatever it may be that you've earned at the point in time. If you're overwhelmed in pleasure he'll promise you such sweetness and devotion. If you're overwhelmed with fear he'll admonish you softly and forgive you magnanimously. If pain stains your face he'll have you begging for forgiveness, a forgiveness he'll bestow on you when he feels like it.
Perhaps after you've gone raw and hoarse from tears and begging.
Much like others who enjoy making their partners cry, it is a pleasure reserved entirely for him and no one else. Members of his immediate family may get an understanding pass, circumstances depending, but anyone beyond that is likely to be dealt with swiftly.
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I LOOK BETTER UNDER YOU
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PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader
WORD COUNT 2.62k
GENRES smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, TW: LEWIS STRUCTURES/CHEMISTRY TERMS 🤢🤢🤢, academic rivals to something idk, kev and jichang appearances, chanhee is a cocky little shit, vaginal fingering, edging, exhibitionism lowkey, there’s not p in v action but they are in a public space so…. take with that what u will
SUMMARY aside from excelling at literally everything else, choi chanhee was also really fucking good at getting on your last nerve.
MORE my brain hurts LOL anyway fawntober day???? 7 holy fuck that is actually insane… ANYWAY shout out reese for being my beta as always <3 and also shout out @sungbeam for the idea <3 laurv u bestie!!! pls reblog if u enjoyed :)
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri
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You felt stupid. Never in your life had you ever struggled to learn a concept, usually understanding on the first go around. This was the case for a majority of your courses. However, for some reason you just couldn’t quite grasp Lewis Structures in your Chemistry class.
Everything else seemed simple enough, your professor explaining them in a way that made them sound easy. They were anything but. You found yourself stressing over whether or not you could fully comprehend the bonds between atoms in time for your midterm. With the way it was going for you, that hope appeared to get less and less realistic.
“Have you thought about going to tutoring?” Your friend, Kevin, asks as you sit across from each other in one of the library’s study rooms, your chemistry textbook opened up to the section on Lewis Structures.
“I mean, no, I haven’t. I just think they’d judge me, considering I have the second highest GPA in our department.” You huff, scribbling down even more notes on the concept, as if you didn’t already have everything you needed to know. God, being a woman in STEM was so hard.
“That’s your problem,” Kevin rolls his eyes, working on his communications homework simultaneously. “Your ego is too damn big. Maybe if you toned it down a notch and set aside your pride, you’d be able to grow the balls to actually ask for help.”
You’re offended, honestly. Because as much as he was right, he was simultaneously very wrong. It wasn’t that you didn’t have the courage to ask for assistance. It was the fact that your biggest rival was the person in charge of the science department’s tutoring lab. He had the highest GPA in your year and you couldn’t stand the thought of losing to him. Let alone showing your weak side.
Aside from excelling at literally everything else, Choi Chanhee was also really fucking good at getting on your last nerve. You were thankful that he wasn’t in your Chemistry lecture, lest he made fun of you for all the questions you asked pertaining to your struggles. He had a knack for crawling under your skin like a goddamn parasite, doing everything in his power to make sure you never felt a moment of peace as long as he was around.
You hated him. You hated him so much for all of the unnecessary competition and constant need to one-up you in every mutual category possible. You hated his overall overachievement to be better than you, to be above you at all costs. You hated his dumb pretty face.
So how could you turn to tutoring after all of that? It just wasn’t feasible. Kevin wouldn’t get it. He didn’t have an arch nemesis holding him back from success.
“That’s not it at all, Kev. But it’s whatever, I’ll figure this shit out myself.”
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You could not figure that shit out by yourself. Midterms were a week and a half away, and you were still ripping your hair out over which structures were more dominant and other things of that nature. This was absolutely humiliating. Perhaps growing up as a gifted kid was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you.
With a frown permanently etched on your face, you glance over at your tablemate’s notes. He had messily scrawled examples of those damn Lewis Structures covering the sheet, eyes flickering back and forth between his notebook and the projector at the front of the lecture hall. Oh how badly you wished to be in his shoes, to decipher everything and anything to do with the dot structures presented to you.
Ji Changmin was by no means a genius. His intelligence levels were above average, but that was still below you. How could he understand this better than you? It made no sense. Then again, he was close friends with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. That had to be the reason why. His friend was practically the Einstein reincarnate.
This meant that you couldn’t even express your difficulties with him either. Chanhee no doubtedly knew that you sat beside his friend. If you asked for his help, it would obviously circle back to him and you’d never hear the end of it. You’d never unhear the taunting voice of Choi Chanhee teasing you for asking Ji Changmin for assistance with fucking Lewis Structures. There really was no winning here.
As the lecture draws to a close and your professor reminds you to study for the fast approaching midterm, Changmin clears his throat beside you with a raised eyebrow. You look at him with thinly concealed surprise. So much for being subtle.
“I saw you looking at my notes,” he snorts. “You know, if you’re having a hard time with this chapter, you should just go to the tutoring lab. I’m assuming you haven’t because Chanhee hasn’t gloated about it yet. But if you were curious, he won’t be there today. He has to go to some meeting for the newspaper. You know that guy’s got like ten different clubs he’s a part of.”
You’re not sure why Ji Changmin would be on your side with this. In fact, it kind of makes you skeptical. You didn’t know how credible he was, so why would you trust this information? For all you knew, he could’ve been attempting to lure you right into a trap. However, despite the bit of laughter he exhibited, he didn’t appear to be lying. You were usually a pretty good judge of character.
That’s how you found yourself showing up to the tutoring lab later that evening.
It was located inside of the STEM building on the fourth floor, along with some of the offices belonging to several professors. You chose to go later at night with the knowledge that most students would be gone by that time. The lab was available for use until 9 PM on weekdays, and it was currently 8 PM.
Your grip on the strap of your bag tightens as you push open the see-through glass door of the lab, grateful for the evident emptiness. Though it also worries you, because there were no tutors around either. Maybe the slowness of a Thursday evening encouraged them to head home early. You decide to wait a few minutes anyway, just in case someone shows up.
That was, unfortunately, a very big mistake. As you’re pulling out your notes and textbook, you hear the low creak of the door opening. You think you might keel over and die when you’re suddenly face to face with The Choi Chanhee.
His lips curl up almost menacingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.”
“Shut the fuck up,” your teeth grit together. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting or something? Why are you here?”
“Ended early,” he shrugs. “The tutors have a habit of leaving prematurely when I’m not around, so I wanted to see if there was anyone here. Guess it’s my lucky day, huh?”
This dude was a walking headache for real. You were seriously going to walk out of the lab with a migraine if he kept talking like he was so fucking smart. He was, but he didn’t need to know that you thought that. His own ego was large enough without you inflating it even more.
“I’m going home.” You state simply, mouth drawn in a straight line. You didn’t have the patience for his aggravating ass tonight.
“Am I really that horrible that you won’t accept my aid? I heard that you’ve been having problems with Lewis Structures. I may like to joke around, but I’m not really a masochist who likes to watch people suffer,” Chanhee chuckles with a shake of his head. “You’re just so easy to rile up.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” you mutter, avoiding his piercing gaze. “But fine. If you’re actually gonna help me, I’ll let you just this once. I can’t afford to have this cost me a perfect midterm grade.”
He grins, something that looks conniving. You hate how much more attractive it makes him. You were thankful again for the fact that there were no other students present. It was embarrassing enough to be seen being civil with the worst person in the world.
Chanhee takes the seat beside you, turning it so he’s facing you. You keep your body squared to the table, flipping your textbook to the page on Lewis Structures and preparing a fresh sheet in your notebook. You feel your cheeks warm up with the attention on you, his arms still folded in front of him.
“S-So I don’t get the— um— I don’t— uh— I don’t understand the dominant— the dominant bonds,” your eyes squeeze shut, mortified by the amount of stuttering and fumbling over your words. “How do you— um— how do you determine them?”
He smiles at how cute you are, a shy side of you he’s never seen before. He was so used to you constantly arguing with him, used to you standing your ground and competing with him even when you knew he’d come out on top. He places an arm on the back of your chair, leaning in to read what was in your textbook although he didn’t need to. He just wanted an excuse to get closer to you.
“So you’re gonna want your formal charge to be as close to zero as possible. In order to calculate that, you’ll have to subtract the number of bonds divided by two and the number of electron pairs from the total number of valence electrons per individual atom,” Chanhee explains, pointing at the formula on the page. “How about I give you a couple examples to work on?”
You nod slowly, afraid your voice might betray you again. He jots down a few molecular examples on your notebook, pausing for a moment to nip at his lip and examine you. You blink, a little confused by the action.
“What are you doing?” There’s a slight crack in your tone.
“I have an idea,” he licks his lips. “To make this more rewarding for us both.”
Your brows furrow, his response further perplexing you. One of his hands situates itself on your thigh, your eyes widening. Of all days to wear a skirt, why did you have to choose today? You glance between his face and his hand, lips parted.
“Ch-Chanhee?”
“Yes, pretty?”
You don’t know why the nickname has your upper and lower heartbeats skipping, sweat forming on your palms. You’d always been too preoccupied despising him for being so much better at everything than you were. But right now, his fingers creeping beneath the denim of your skirt, all of that seemed to fly out of the window. You gasp as his fingertips reach the lace of your panties.
“I can make you feel good,” he says into your ear, thumb massaging your thigh. “I can make this worth your while if you do well for me.”
He was giving you fucking whiplash. One second he was teasing you for coming to the tutoring lab, and the next he was trying to coax you into coming quite literally. You think you’re the insane one, however, because you can’t conjure a logical reason to say no.
“Okay,” you breathe, shakily picking up your mechanical pencil. “Okay, I’ll do my best.”
You begin to work on the first molecule he wrote out, trying to ignore his slender fingers pushing aside your underwear and rubbing your clit gently. Your bottom lip quivers when his lips make contact with your neck, kissing up and down softly with each circle of his phalanges on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Chanhee presses two fingers inside of your cunt, smiling against your skin when you whimper, nearly dropping your pencil. You fight back tears threatening to spill from your eyes due to lack of reaction, his digits so skilled at working your pussy and looping that knot in your abdomen. Your legs spread wider as you attempt to finish the first example as quickly as possible, so he can knock you over that edge that seems so close now.
“D-Done,” you shiver, lids almost fluttering shut from pure bliss.
Chanhee judges your answer, fingers halting their movements when he recognizes an error. You whine, that taste of sweet release pulled right from under you like a rug. He tsks, kissing your temple as if he hadn’t just denied you an orgasm.
“That’s not the dominant structure. Try again.” He instructs, not continuing until you’ve picked up the pencil and rewrote the Lewis Structure.
You ignore his palm applying pressure to your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your drooling cunt, lips sucking at the exposed base of your neck, where it meets your shoulder. Your focus zeroes in on completing this structure correctly, rearranging the electron bonds until they’re right. You feel your climax returning when he praises you for getting it this time.
“Such a smart girl,” he murmurs into your collarbone. “Now do the other one.”
He doesn’t stop his assault, increasing the pace of his fingers while you scribble out numbers and draw electron pairs. Your orgasm inches towards you, like a freight train going at full speed. Chanhee curls his middle finger, tripping you up and causing you to write down a wrong number on accident. Ever the perceptive, he relaxes his wrist and retracts his hand, the band in your stomach loosening along with it.
“Please, Chanhee,” you cry, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. “Need to cum so bad.”
“Mm-mm,” he scolds. “Not until you finish the structure properly. C’mon, I know you can be a good girl for me.”
You force yourself to persevere, bottom lip between your teeth when he slips his fingers back into your pussy. Pretending like you weren’t on the cusp of euphoria was making you dizzy, but it was necessary if you wanted to reach it completely. You couldn’t handle a third denial.
Chanhee speeds up his fingers, adding his thumb on your clit for extra stimulation. It was like he did enjoy watching you suffer. Perhaps he really was a masochist. You scrawl the last electron bond of the structure, releasing the pencil from your grasp and throwing your head back with a low whine. He hums in appreciation at a job well done.
“Oh my god,” you moan softly, looking down at where his hand disappears in your skirt. “Feels s-so good.”
“Yeah?” Chanhee goads, peppering kisses on your jaw and nibbling at your pulse point. “Ready to cum for me, pretty? Gonna cum all over my fingers?”
You can’t even reply, his cocky voice filling your head as he finally permits your orgasm, walls convulsing and clenching around his digits with a wail. It hasn’t even occurred to you that you’re in a very public, very open space, where anyone could walk in at any given moment. Your brain is too foggy from your overstimulated cunt and the comprehension that Choi Chanhee just fucking fingered you to even consider the consequences of the location.
It only takes a few seconds for you to come to, your body catching up with your head. You look at Chanhee with eyes resembling those of a prey cornered by its predator.
“Why is your hand still inside my skirt?”
“‘S warm down there,” he shrugs with a sly smile. “Besides, I’m not really done with you yet.”
“What are you talking about…?” You trail off, throat dry from how winded this guy was making you.
“You still need some practice before your midterm, no? And I kinda wanna see how pretty you look under me.”
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what am I? The devil's advocate?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE GIFT OF APPOLLO STRIKES AGAIN FOR ME SPECIFICALLY CAUSE I CALLED OUT THIS CANCELLATION THE MOMENT FOREVER GOT CANCELLED!!!!! Its just so easy! So simple! Of course a male musician is gonna get cancelled and so few listened to me cause you are dumb children because obviously its children who make up the majority audience of a Minecraft roleplay server!!! Ha! At this point its comical! I'm busting a nut on how funny and predictable this all is. Haha, ah sadge. Oh noooos! Are you all gonna burn your merch and delete your art cause you're afraid that u are supporting an abuser creep. Ah waaaahhhh. Like i havent heard that tune the past two months, sing another one. Bitches.
Pft, you all are so pathetic and funny, at this point there really just must be this shadow group or whatever that is trying to destroy the qsmp from the inside out. Like really? Two months, three major creators of the qsmp are targeted by cancellations, and there is plenty of drama in between. So obviously suspicious and coincidental. And it happened so fast and so many people just dogpiled on the accused, i would have to say its almost organized. And that there is just so many jumping the gun, ready to tell these creators to kill themselves, you guys certainly have numbers, holy shit. Ha! I wonder if Forever actually finds and sues that first anti, that he'll be able to figure out who these people are because isnt this also just so conveniently timed? Each cancellation one after another. There is so much drama clouding the qsmp community that how could it not be schemed out at this point? I already predicted that with Forever's downfall and now with attempts I. Cellbit and Wilbur, Im starting to have an inclination that someone approached these girls.
With cellbit's ex it would be easy to deflame him, but i wonder how they got to this sherby whatever. Maybe cause he chose his career over her like i've heard in her video. But being exs is already hot opportunity for scorn of any kind, so its quite easy to jump on one or the other when one of these two accused the other. So really the motive could be anything at this point. anything she said or not said or those requests she asked of him and he never fulfilled. And to me she never delved too deeply in to what those requests were either. Which ok then. Fine, keep your secrets.
But biting is so fucking weird to accuse someone as abuse. Especially physical. Like just biting? That's all. Not that if its true that's not bad, but it would make sense that he was physically violent in any other way at least once. Like hitting, strangling, anything. But no, biting is the best she could come up with when it comes to physical. Mental and emotional abuse is a tricky in cause its not visible and it will always boil down to a he said she said type of shit but if there is no physical text or people witnessing their conversations then good luck with that.
But firstly, if she wants the whole world on her side then physical evidence should be so easy in this scenario. Like as easy as pie! If he bit her so badly every day where he tore skin, or whatever, then damn weren't they in a relationship??? Did they not take couple pictures? Wouldn't these pictures show the obviously horrible bitemarks? That is the first actual physical evidence that she could show that would be so easy to solidify her stance, but no, just hearsay. And nothing like texts either! Maybe a text to a friend complaining about how bad the bitemarks are. But no, nothing. No slideshow of evidence at all, just saying it happened, because words are all she needs to win the internet nowadays.
And then there are her complaints about him financially taking advantage of her, like girl, receipts! Show the receipts at least please, god damn it! Or again, these supposed texts to your girlfriends that he is taking financial advantage of you!!! Anything at all. The male accused is always expected to provide evidence that he did not abuse his ex but the girl isn't expected to show physical evidence that he did it, come on!!!
And I mean the biting in itself is so strange too. Cause like- how did it even start? She says he did it out of nowhere and my brain cant even wrap around that there was no pinpointing starting point. Said that it was a normal affection thing that his parents said was normal. If his family actually said that at all. And that he just randomly introduced it to her like ... Huh? Nothing she could accurately point to and say then, thats when it began. No sexy time or sex or whenever. Just he walked up to her in the kitchen one day and took a bite, huh? Like as far as im aware, to me (and a mutual of mine who pointed this out more accurately) their situation just sounds like a bdsm thing that went south. These two were not on the same wavelength, realized that and went their separate ways. Maybe he didn't follow the safe word every time, maybe she was also mutually into it like Wilbur said. Maybe they just changed their minds on things. Who knows! Not us, that's for sure. Not that their love life should be any of our business, but she yelled abuse so...
And the fact that she acts like biting is such a weird foreign kink. It's tame is what it is. More tame then the feet kinks in my opinion. But if what Wilbur says it's true and it was mutual, 😮‍💨 then fuck, man.
And why would HIM leaking past conversation be power over her? Wouldn't any mutual conversation or evidence they have over each other, negatively effect him in a bad light? Would it not be good if one of these parties showcased a lick of evidence to evidentally prove her right??? Or would it be like Cellbit and explain thoroughly how not everything she said is the truth?
Who knows. There is probably some truth to what she said like he reiterated. About being a slob and that biting happened. But the invasiveness of the bites and the violence of it might not have been accurate. But he needs to absolutely admit it or she needs literally any physical evidence at all to give weight to her claims. But there is nothing because of course there isn't. She could so easily expose him if what she says is true... So why didn't she in her video? If that is what she wants? But then if it is just to bring awareness then she did so in a selfish manner that is only accusatory and not grounded. Ground me Shelby. Show me the bad boyfriend he is. SHOW ME.
But she won't. Will she? :/
Anyway. The qsmp. 👏👏👏👏👏
Like in the past two months, creators have been cancelled or dropped from the qsmp one by one and damn, quackity must be super evil or one unlucky son of a bitch to have hired all these secretly maliscious people. My goodness gravy gracious, how impressive!
I mean come on, really. Like really. Have we not overheard this tune by now? Male creator gets cancelled cause of something to do with a woman, is rushed to answer and is (luckily for cellbit he had an essay on why he was innocent so people are fifty fifty on him at least) then dogpiled by the people waiting to rip his apology or response apart. And then it doesn't matter what they do, anything they do will be seen in a bad light and no one will take into consideration on their stance at all and turn on the male creator. Its crazy how the pattern keeps repeating itself and keeps being successful because everyone is afraid that they are supporting an abuser pedo whatever and have all this time.
It actually makes me sickly relieved that no matter how Forever managed his initial response, he was doomed from the start.
And i mean these younger streamers certainly think they're smart by immediately turning on Wilbur's obviously curated damage control lawyer made response, but ha! That will bite them in the ass soon too. When its their turn. Because its going to be their turn. These cancellers don't care at this point who you are, they just want to see you fall, which is what i predicted and shouted to the heavens months ago! That they should have stayed as a community instead of turning on each other.
Like they think they are so smart responding this quickly, cause the quicker your response to injustice, the more innocent you are 😇. Because if they dont respond immediately (literally hours after the fact), then they will be treated like creators such as Phil and Tommy; be treated like shit and accused for supporting an abuser by the hysterical masses. Because that's who you are if you are against whatever the ex's name is or dont speak up about it at all. And like dont speak up immediately too. You have to have a quick response or there will literally be a ripple effect of cancellations cause if you dont say anything then you are a bad person too. And all i hear from the social media smucks are Wahhhhhh.wahhhhhhhh you're bad if you support so and so! But i already made my side so im a good person wahhhhhhhh
And no, im not even enteraining shit like this anymore when she goes "uwu, i'm finally coming out on social media to spread awareness that my famous ex boyfriend (and it is ALWAYS at the height of their popularity, remember that) used to abuse and bruise me." Like sure- the benefit of doubt for the female victim blah blah but she's like- "oh but this is based on my experience and I'm just here to spread awareness. Anyway, I'm going to hang out with my friends now after dumping that clusterfuck on the internet. Bye~." Like everyone in their collective minds won't go after him and demand answers then judge his response and then turn on him anyways cause lemme be honest, when has an internet open apology ever worked? It never has. And now she has put the spotlight on him, his pr team is scrambling for an escape, he's probably messaging her behind the scenes going what the hell, and his family and friends who wont actively denounce him will be sent death threats. Just like Forever. Forever mi amor. Ah. I miss you bibi.
Anyway, girlie knew she was setting the hounds on him and acted like she didnt. Like she was just going to say her piece and dip. Like the internet wasn't going to explode. Like what the fuck? Whatever her intentions were, whether she was abused or not, she wanted this. She didnt want to get him before he got famous or even during dsmp. She wanted to do this now. For some reason it had to be now. I guess in her mind the bigger they are...
It's always the same.... goes on social media. Verbally accused with no physical evidence. Leaves. The man is left flounder in the mob of social media. Repeat.
And damn, this really makes me doubt Cellbit's ex now like- im starting to really not believe any of them anymore. Cause these cancellations are just all so convientely timed!!! Forever at the height of his lore, Cellbit's weird ex comes out of nowhere with a heavy hitter accusation, but thankfully my guy predicts this and was able to deflect that one with his PHYSICAL EVIDENCE, and now Wilbur's ex is breaking out the easy 'he abused me~' song. Like why are you all still falling for this? Why? Why? Why? Why?!
And hell, i might be a hundred percent wrong, but you might be too, so might aimsey and ranboo and tubbo. This chick might be a sweet angel that didnt mean to release an innocent criminal accusation on her famous ex, oh no~ but like, i dont even care if im wrong and am acting like a jackass.
They cancelled Forever and my man was not a pedo. I stand by that. I'll stand by it until there is a literal mugshot of him commiting said crime. Or literally any lick or shroud of physical evidence! Anything instead of the basic she said he said nonsense. The Forever texts were gross but i've already determined what I have understood from that girl Sol's response. And I've explained it on my tumblr hear before. Right here :)
-https://www.tumblr.com/lovethatmakingcoffee/739974345599926272/part-1
And these remaining qsmp idiots can be cancelled for all i care at this point. For staying quiet and letting their friend fall into a pit of vipers. I think its hilarious if they all got cancelled. Ive already seperated art from the artist with all of them after what they did to Forever. The only one I didnt do that to WAS Forever.
But they let that shit happen, they let my man get labeled as a pedo, so they reap what they sow.
And yeah i may be a hypocrite and still post qsmp stuff, but like whatever :P. I lost my mind months ago cause of circumstances and Forever was one of the few things keeping me afloat. And i mean like- phaw, these content streamers are funny, what can i say. Even though i dont agree with literally any of the shit they pulled in the last couple of months, they get a hearty chuckle out of me and their character is fun and their lore is (less) interesting. I mean- they are likeable. Thats why they are content creators. Cause they got great personalities. Doesnt mean they are good people though.
And heh, the qsmp really will die soon, i mean really. Just look. Pacfit is cute but it barely holds much in the shipping department, the lore might as well be dead cause many have left or were cancelled or have to deal with the aftermath of their friends being cancelled or leaving. And just it looks like not many people are on and that quackity tried to commercialize it with purgatory 2. Bringing all these new people and having storylines abandoned left and right. Then forever got canceled and quackity chose to throw his friend under the bus (doesnt even matter if forever secretly asked him to) and protect his project which was his first mistake. Now all these creators are getting picked off one by one because of their past relationships. Insteading of standing unified together.
And i will laugh at all of you stupid fucks who whined and cried that ohhh noooo, my favorite creator is a bad person with little evidence, and just the one side talking about it. And it doesnt matter if Wilbur said that was a consensual kink they shared and they met on www.bitemynipple.org, he will be framed as the bad guy, with whatever she said. My god. The fact that everyone takes this shit at face value and dont question anything, and quickly announce that they hate the guy to prove that they are a good person is insane.
Like holy shit, tubbo, ranboo, aimsey, and others. You jumped on him so quickly and literally ranked and ripped apart his apology like it was supposed to win some literary award, the fuck? Why are you so weird?! It's obviously a PR curated response and you are treating it like it is his actual words! The fuck?!
And then y'know, i think there are people who never really were fans and are just part of that well orchestrated alleged anti group that took down Forever and are using what wilbur's ex said to fan the flames. Loudly announcing, 'IM DELETING MY STUFF AND YOU SHOULD TOO UNLESS YOU ARE A BAD PERSON!!!" you want to talk about manipulation? That certainly looks like manipulation to me. Pathetic. Guilting people before the final verdict. My braincells are dead on the floor cause of youm And then the rest of you all roll over, bend your back and just take it. Well lube up your stupid little holes.
But honestly, i called this shit so hard. I more so guessed a fan would damn him later, but its an ex girlfriend who felt like it was a great idea to air out their personal lives to the voyeuristic eye that is the internet. Just peachy. Like this is your own personal shit, and again if there aint even a police report talking about their domestic abuse, i wont take this seriously. It a photo or a screenshot of a text about it. ANYTHING!!!!! The fact she just discreetly brought it up out of nowhere to bring 'awareness'. She knew what she was doing. And if her intentions were to tear him down cause she was angry at him or get her noticed because of his popularity or to use him to lift her agenda of this so called awareness then ok, i guess??????
And what's with this bullshit of not knowing that wilbur is manipulative? That is literally is one of his number one character traits. You can think of it negatively or positively, but unless you are new here, that dude is a manipulative hussy. Like this is a well known fact, how are any of you surprised at this? Its like saying the sky is blue. I mean- if by anything dsmp wilbur is the most manipulative lil bastard ever, obviously he is leaning into a character trait he already knows and has.
But go on, hm, cry. Write your little announcements that you always knew he was a bad person uwu and that you are deleting all your content of him. Go on and do it. Delete your art and fics that you worked so hard on just cause some drama is happening where there is no hard evidence so far except what she said and he said. Heh, I dont stan him. I aint saving this shit. If the art gets deleted, oh well! Too bad, so sad. Thats on all of you who wanted to panic, act out like toddlers and delete your art. Go on. Delete it. Feel sad. Boohoo. Waaaaaaaahhhh. Ask no questions and just side with the 'victim' who conveniently brings this up now.
Who knows. Maybe I'll act up too. Maybe i'll draw Wilbur getting eaten out and bitten and sensually gang banged. Maybe I'll draw art of tntduo chewing on each others' cocks. Bite bite bite. Maybe I'll just make a lot of wilbur biting art just to spite everyone. Who knows?!
Maybe i will also keep the wilbur soot tag alive, like i am doing with the forever, sugarduo, and the 4halo tag. Because you stupid ass bitches just squeal when these creators arent perfect when someone drops dirt on them. Well newsflash you dumb fucks, they all have dirt on them.
Also my next guess on who the cancel qsmp victim will be ... Fit. They havent got anything on Philza yet to my surprise. Maybe the man just surrounds himself with loyal people outside of minecraft server cause obvs those people aint loyal as shit 🤣. And i dont know much about fit outside of qsmp, like i feel a lot of us do. But he totally fits the qualifications. He's a man so he's an easy target. He's older so he has a 'past tm. And he is seen as otherwise good and another pillar of the qsmp. So if he is taken down, many shall follow. It would be another good shock to the community to destroy the server like these antis want. And yeah- i actually think this all stems around the qsmp. Aint no other Minecraft servers are having this level of drama right now, so why is it qsmp that are getting all these leaks and drama bombs at ... At the height of their popularity? I wonder. Or maybe i already know.
But all these pr disaster drama landmines, i even made a funny theory joke in my head that what if the ringleader to these alleged anti groups is actually a pr manager of one of these groups? And thats how they have been destroying everyone from the inside, collecting some OLD dirt, and being able to maybe connect or approach these exs. But that's just a funny theory i have. Like could you imagine???
Could you imagine?
And damn, i just wonder if there is a content creator policy that if one of them is being attacked than the rest have to dogpile on them no matter how they feel or what they think about the situation to save their own assets and finances? Do you think? You think that's in their contract? That would be absurd and hilarious. Imma piss myself from laughing. Look piss.
And no, i will not talk nicely about this. I never should have. You guys all deserve to be spat on and talked shit to. And i mean all. Im talking about everyone. All those that fall hook line and sinker. Dumbfucks
Will i respond to anything from this...? Mm maybe. Probably not. I don't really care what happens :P sucks to suck
(Also yeah this was barely edited, eat my ass)
(And I mean, damn if I'm wrong I'm wrong, but you fucks turn so quick when yeah- there is no physical evidence that she could easily provide)
(to reiterate for those who don't want to read the finer details. I totally think everything that has happened so far as been to rip apart the qsmp and think all these ex girlfriends as well are too conveniently timed. And whether or not they are telling the truth, there are and will always be antis lying in wait to shame and guilt everyone to damn the male accused while no physical evidence is brought forth and that they pressure people to delete their art and fics. Gross)
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Christmas 2023. I can’t believe I’ve managed to live this long. Once my wife, or I mean my grandmother, but really my wife died, I didn’t think I had the will to go on. But here I am. What a life I have led. Once I was transported back in time into my grandfather���s body, I was so worried. How would I make it through. However, it all seemed to work out. I got my grandfather’s memories and knowledge as well as I retained my own. My body could run on autopilot. It was quite amazing. The things I have seen. The moments in history that I have experienced, I will never forget. Quite frankly, I barely remember that I am supposed to be Roger Braddock the 3rd. I am Roger Braddock the 1st.
I was also worried about the butterfly effect. I was afraid I would change the future if things did play out perfectly how they happened originally. Would I even be born the same in the future. Turns out, nothing much changed. I did use some knowledge and, in this life, my family was a bit wealthier. It helped to know when certain stocks were going to grow. Nothing unethical about that. Now it’s Christmas 2023 and I am over at my son’s house. We are waiting for everyone else to show up. I am browsing his library and came across this photo.
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I remember when this was taken. God the 1970’ were so much fun. He is probably 14 in this photo. I could never kick that smoking habit, but luckily, I never developed cancer. Just a wicked cough. I wish I could be young again, even my 40’s when this photo was taken. Go back to those fun fashions. As a formerly gay man, I certainly had fun with that. But in this life, I was straight. I followed what my body wanted. At least I have those memories. I let my son know that I was tired and am going to go lie down and wait for everyone to show up. I get so sleepy so easily these days. However, I suppose when one is in their 90’s, life is tiring.
Damn, what time is it. I slept so well. God, I feel so refreshed and lighter. It’s like I’ve lost weight. As I looked around the room, I realized I wasn’t where I fell asleep. This room was familiar. It’s what my son’s room had looked like in the 1970’s. Wait a minute; this is my son’s room, in my old house. How could that be the case. We remodeled this room and we sold this house years ago. I look down and see that my stomach is gone and I am wearing an outfit straight out of the 1970’s. Oh my god! Not again. I jumped up and looked in the mirror.
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Holy Shit! I’m my son, well also my dad depending on the way you look at it. I must be about 18. How can this have happened again. It must be because I wished to be young again, but I also meant to be a younger Roger Braddock the 1st, or back to my original body. Now this means I am going to be living the life of Roger Braddock the 2nd. I wonder which world I will be living in. The one where my grandfather was my grandfather, or the one where I was Roger Braddock the 1st. What a story this would make, if only anyone would believe it. I kind of forgot how sexy my son was. He was so athletic and never lacked for a girlfriend. This could actually be really fun.
“Roger, the family is arriving. Come downstairs and greet them!”
That’s my mother. I look over at a calendar and realize that it is Christmas 1977. So, I am a senior in high school and am 18. Guess it’s time to open my presents. See some people that have passed on. Relieve these memories again. This is kind of fun. I get to live another life. I wonder how long I will be Roger Braddock the 2nd? I quickly change out of this colorful shirt and put on a Christmas sweater. I brush my hair and go downstairs. Well, this is groovy. Maybe I’ll go out to a disco later. The world is my oyster yet again.
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Peter Pan Goes Wrong: September 2nd, 8:00 PM Show
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before I start bullet pointing every god damn amazing, incredible, beautiful thing that happened on this night, I want to give a huge shout out to the lady who works for the theater and upgraded our seats just because she saw me freak out over the doors opening (at least that's what my mom told me lol). we went from being kinda close to the stage, to like the frontest of front rows you could ever front. basically our new seats were in the first ever row of the theater and it was an awesome experience. thank you, kind lady! the gesture meant a lot to me and I hope you're doing well. alright here's my list of favorite parts and bits and other shit that happened when I saw this show!
Pre-Show
so we first saw gill and trevor on stage, with gill sweeping a broom right in front of us. when trevor walked onto the stage everyone including me was wooing him! but he was like "shut up, you stop that!!!" and since gill was in front of me he was like "seriously???" (I'm sorry gill, I will cheer you on next time I see the show!)
robert and trevor were arguing about something and a kid behind us started filming them. robert saw and yelled at him: "STOP FILMING. STOP FILMING THI- OH GREAT THIS IS GONNA BE ALL OVER YOUTUBE NOW, ROBERT GROVE YELLS AT KID."
at one point lucy ran down from the stage and tried running out of the theater, but she was immediately caught by robert
dennis was chatting with a kid which I thought was super adorable, until chris pushed him up to the stage and got yelled at by robert to go backstage
when robert, chris and trev were fixing up the lights problem on stage, they plumped the electricity cord RIGHT next to where I was sitting. they asked if was okay which I thought was really cool and sweet :) though chris was pointing the plug right at me for a bit lol
chris and trevor were talking to each other via walkie-talkies a LOT during preshow
before the show started trev told us the usual shtick you hear before a show starts. but before he told us to silence and put away our phones, he got a call from his mom and took a selfie with the audience right after the call
pretty cool experience, having these actors you know and love walk right in front of you constantly. I loved pointing out actors to my mom and having other people behind me also react, just being able to be like "that's freaking jonathan!" like he EXISTS!! they all exist! and it's rad!!! but anyway, onto the actual show!
Act 1
this part's gonna be pretty short since not a lot happens here that I can remember, and most of my favorite moments come from act two (which will be on another post)!
I'm a sandra and max shipper, so I got real excited during their parts together. but there was one part during the nursery scene where sandra climbs onto wendy's bed and she and max hold hands for a bit. it's super cute (and maybe some foreshadowing on what's to come???)
so instead of looking at the camera, sandra does like. a lot of body gestures as wendy when she has the monologue about seeing peter, really funny change lol
in the neverland scene where tootles first shows up, robert is dressed as a tree! the irrelevant trumpter, DISGUISED!!! probably not a reference to the shakespeare episode of goes wrong, but it was the first thing that came to my mind
also in the same scene trevor accidentally appears on stage, and when wendy and peter spot him, peter says he's a mermaid. trev gets pissed and does a really awkward mermaid movement
I'm very much used to the proshot version of this show, so the underwater sequence took me by surprise! I thought it was cool! there's fish swimming the wrong way, a mermaid loses her arm and head, at one point the stage lights turn on and we see everyone wearing black, and two actors form a penis with two blowfish and a long fish.
the sword bit. holy shit. "HOW COULD YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!?!?!?? THE PEOPLE IN THE AUDIENCE CAN UNDERSTAND!!!!!! TWO THOUSAND PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
robert's pirate voice as starkey is one of my favorite bits from this show I'm so happy I got see (or I guess hear it) live.
a small warning for those sitting at the front in the next few weeks, there is a splash zone! in one of the lagoon scenes, dennis and max enter dressed up as mermaids (wearing roller skates) and they will spray you with water! I got sprayed a couple of times, but it was super fun. loved that bit
I forget when this happens but at one point the narrator's (daniel dae kim for this performance) mic stays on, and he talks to himself about how he does not like working for cornley. "I saw how the woman in the red shirt was looking at me, like 'I know there's a strike, but you can do better!' oh wait, is my mic on? oH SHIT-"
and that's all I remember from act one! at this point I'm having an alright time! again, I'm very much used to the official filmed version, so I already know the jokes that are reused for the stage and when they happen. some of them still crack me up, like robert's unintelligible pirate voice and the sword bit. the jokes for the stage are also really funny, there's one where they max brings out scissors as a spoon for their medicine, and he doesn't even realize that he's gonna be fed scissors until it's his turn to take the medicine.
Act Two will be on another post since it's getting real long the more I'm writing about it. I'll reblog this post with my thoughts on that act, so stay tuned :)
EDIT: act two thoughts are here if anyone's interested in reading more!
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Holy fandom this shit is big.
Okay, so I've been exploring the Simon Snow fandom this evening, and now my head is exploding.
I feel kind of old. Or maybe just late. Or both. I mean, the last time I was active in any fandom was...a very long time ago. Things were smaller. Way smaller. We had forums, and email lists. (I hate how I'm likely dating myself, but I was very young and now I'm no longer so young. It happens to most people.) Anyway, you could be a part of a fandom and actually get to know just about everyone in it. Maybe this also had something to do with my choices of fandom, but it was also before the big explosion of social media that brought everybody else to the internet, clogging it all up. (I'm not bitter.)
So now, I'm adult-aged (I hate saying that though, it feels like there are expectations). And I just read this amazing trilogy of books, and I think to myself, "You know what? This is worth it. This is worth diving back in, because I bet this fandom is awesome."
This fandom is awesome. And big. Like. You all have wikis to keep track of things, but this stuff has exploded so quickly those wikis aren't even updated (no shame to the wiki-makers, at all cause as I'm saying, this shit is big). The AO3 count is off the charts. You have discord servers and about a million Tumblr pages, and screencapped memes that have become... What do you call it when it's fan-created and not canon, but it's so well known it's like canon? Whatever it is, there's a ton of it. (Everywhere I look, Penelope has purple hair.)
I have to say, I am simultaneously thrilled with this and intimidated as hell. Every time I think I have something new to say, I find someone else has already said it. This makes me a little nervous about saying anything because this thing is so big I can't possibly know for sure I'm not repeating something that's practically old hat to the rest of the fandom. Like, "Yeah, sure, we see your point, but we saw that point in 2019, here's a link to the original post."
*deep breath*
I will never catch up on fanfic. Not ever. (I'm going to try, and I'm kissing my goodreads yearly read goal goodbye to do it, but still.)
Curse me and my policy of waiting until all the books are out before reading them...
I've never seen anything like this fandom. I've never tried to throw myself into anything like this fandom. If you're at all concerned, I am absolutely still throwing myself into this fandom, and I'm going to write fanfic (slowly), and draw (eventually), and I will quite willingly wear the big HI I'M NEW HERE WHERE IS REGISTRATION? sticker on my forehead. Because, I mean, it's Snowbaz. What wouldn't I do for them?
I just thought you should know. This is big. And I love it. But seriously, freaking huge. (Yeah, I can hear myself. "That's what she said." There you go. XD)
*ahem* Carry on.
(Edit to add: I've continued my dive since writing this and I literally am sitting at my desk, clicking, saying, "Oh my God, you guys are amazing." Just... over and over. And over. So many clicks. So much amazing. This fandom is dedicated and I love it so damned much.)
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Worm Arc 13 thoughts:
Everything is fine, everyone is doing great, but Brian might need to use some vacation days. Just, I dunno, something tells me the dude might benefit from a short break.
We start right off with Taylor refusing to admit she kicked Mannequin's ass, even though all of her allies and all of his allies both agree she did. Which is my daughter 101. I wish she could love herself a little more.
Lisa got her game. It might not be perfect but I think it was well done by her. It still gives them more structure to work with, and more ways to fight back. As this arc shows.
Aisha is way to fucking reckless. I mean I feel for her I really do, but god damn girl. Sometimes your teammates are right! Even if your brother can be a bit of a dick about it.
General note, I absolutely love how Wildbow wrote stuff around Aisha using her power. Just every bit of it. It is very good. I have legit multiple times during this went "Oh fuck I forgot about IMP!" and that is perfect.
Mannequin kills Lucy, so he goes from being on my shit list to being on my super shit list. I'm going to be sad if I never get to see him die.
If Bentley had died I would have burned the world down. So luckily that didn't happen.
Sucks that Mannequin also killed some of Skitter's people. And that he ended up living in the end. But it was fun to watch him get his ass kicked a second time and have to get saved by Burnscar.
I fucking LOVE Genesis. I'm so glad we get to see more of her. Her power is so much fun.
WOLFSPIDER! Taylor bonding with Bitch over trauma. Taylor basically thinking you want someone to tell you want to do. And then “You had me at no holds barred"! AHHHH! Murder lesbians. Go fuck them up girls.
Skitter had a pretty decent plan for attacking the Nine, all things considered. Very good use of their strengths and the abilities they had on hand. But she did make one major mistake. Well, to be fair everyone involved did. And that was having Trickster be the only sniper. They should have brought a few of Coil's troops. Even one more half competent sniper and they would have killed one of the Nine in that first attack. If they had brought Coil's Sniper? 2 of the Nine dead minimum, maybe 3.
Also, the mannequins for Trickster to swap people with were very clever. Though they could have prevented Brian getting captured if they had brought 1 more. And you don't even need a good sniper with those. Point a gun at the head of a mannequin. Swap and shoot at basically the same moment. Bullet hits them before they even know they've swapped and you can't miss. But still, they did pretty good.
I mean maybe not from Grue's PoV, but whatever. He didn't die! He's fine.
Cherish getting absolutely fucking DESTROYED by Tattletale! Oh god it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Cherish tries to get into Tattletales head and Tattletale is just constantly 10 steps ahead and just gaaahhh! Fuck I love it. I would read 100 chapters that was just Tattletale fucking with people like that.
The setup Skitter used to talk to the Protectorate was so fucking cool. Full blown mimicking human speech with only bugs?! She's amplified her words before, but never had the bugs speak entirely on their own. Just the most badass thing. The thing that makes everyone remember you! Swarm of bugs shows up at the superhero base, takes the shape of a person and starts talking with bug sounds, saying "oh hey we just kicked the fuck out of the Nine and captured two of them, wanna actually be heroes and help us finish this?" God damn.
Also Trickster getting through a locked door by teleporting the lock away was very neat.
Of course the heroes don't help. Miss Militia and her "We can handle that on our own, with more calculation and less recklessness." Really? Are you really going to have less recklessness? Cause I've read the interlude. But more on that later.
HOLY FUCK IT SUCKS TO BE BRIAN! I mean, he got better. But still!
I knew my daughter wasn't going to die. I knew her two girlfriends weren't going to die. I was pretty sure Imp and Grue weren't going to die (I wasn't sure how Grue was living but it seemed likely) but even with all that I was kinda panicking during the whole Bonesaw thing.
SECOND TRIGGER EVENT! SECOND TRIGGER EVENTS CONFIRMED! FUCK YES! I'M SO SORRY THAT HAD TO HAPPEN TO YOU BRIAN BUT THAT WAS SO COOL!
Fucking power thief! So much possibility here!
Siberian a projection confirmed. I mean basically confirmed. Confirmed enough for me. Like sure the details aren't revealed and such, but they are totally some form of projection. (I don't list my predictions on here usually so everyone will just have to trust me when I say I guessed Siberian was a projection in arc 11 or 12.)
Also saw some (I assume) other alternate earths in that trigger event, which is neat. I'm sure they'll never come up again.
Skitter sending a note to the Protectorate that was basically "We killed one and injured another, you are a bunch of cowards that suck, fuck you!" was wonderful.
I am very sad for Doll Lesbian and I hope someone can help her! She needs care in this trying time. Cause I love her and she is so cool and it isn't fair that shitty things are happening to her.
"It isn't fair that shitty things are happening to her" is like, 85% of Worm I'm pretty sure though, so I'll probably just have to deal.
Lisa put a blanket on Taylor when she fell asleep. GAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
Interlude 1 - Aisha's mother sucks. I'm so sorry for the poor girl. Aisha also makes very bad choices. She got so fucking lucky she got away from the Nine the first time and then just went and got herself caught anyway! The fact that her power is passive and she has to work to turn it off sure fucking sucks though.
Interlude 2 - Hey Miss Militia, remember how I said I was going to get back to the "more calculation and less recklessness"? Cause we're back to that. Piggot is planning on dropping WHITE PHOSPHOROUS on part of a city! And then dropping a bunch of bombs made by a dangerous supervillain! Bombs that no one knows exactly what they do! How is that "less recklessness"? Also the PRT is just horribly run. God damn Piggot shouldn't have to be requesting stuff from other offices directly, they should have a central admin that manages reallocation of resources in situations like this. And they should have a full system of teams setup that aren't attached to a city, but instead deploy where they are needed! The government already has systems like this for disaster response and stuff. And between Endbringers and the Nine and other stuff the PRT knows that sometimes certain locations need more support. Terribly managed, badly run, they need better admin staff. They need people that know how to use a god damn spreadsheet. I have a lot more to say about Piggot and her plan but I feel like I'll get some chances to comment on it in Arc 14.
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Sorry Daddy (But I’m Not That Easy)
Keith/Lance (Voltron), Shiro & Lance (Voltron), Shiro & Keith (Voltron), Getting Together, Fluff & Humour, 3.5k Words
Summary: Lance is pulling out all the stops to seduce Keith. Shiro is beyond amused, and as always a whore for drama.
@sleepdeprivedflower and I did an art exchange, and she asked for some dorky klance shenanigans with a side of broganes!
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“Oh, wow, your hands are huge. I don’t know how I missed it, ha.”
Shiro whips his head up from where he was resting against the wall. No way. No way is someone on this good Christian castleship employing whore tactics of flirting.
“I mean, of course you had that growth spurt,” Lance continues. He’s giggling and everything, batting his eyelashes up at Keith from where he’s measuring their hands together, holy shit. “I guess I just never realised how big you really got. It’s not a bad thing, though, don’t worry. It’s cool.”
Shiro gapes at the two of them. Lance has one leg bent at the knee a little, and Shiro knows if the boy’s hair was longer he’d be twirling it around his finger. The kid’s fuckin’ blatant.
And it’s working, Lord God above. Keith is red. Like, flaming. His face is frozen, he almost looked constipated. One of his hands is still held captive by Lance, but the other is clenched so tightly around his bayard that his knuckles are completely white and bloodless.
Holy shit.
Look. Shiro will admit that he was a bit of a whore back in the day. Just a tad. He got around, one could say. And yeah, he flirted here and there. He was well versed in the art of batting his eyelashes and telling a man he was just sooo big and handsome, wow, just look at you –
Point is, he recognises what Lance is doing. Obviously. When the hardhead you’re attempting to seduce has failed to pick up on your incredibly obvious signals and has yet to make a move, you get a little desperate. A little showy, a little obvious. Shiro’s just shocked to see such bullshit happen right in front of his very eyes. And to his little brother, no less.
He scrambles to grab his phone, opening the notes app to write down some quick observations. This is a fucken’ investigation, now, okay? Detective-level shit. Here’s what he knows:
Keith and Lance have had the hots for each other for literally so long that it’s become annoying.
Lance has been passively flirting with Keith, shooting cheesy pickup lines and other stuff like that, for months.
It has gotten him nowhere.
Keith can be dense, and also has never had a boyfriend before.
Lance has clearly gotten frustrated enough that he’s done being subtle even a little bit.
Here’s the thing. When Adam’s dense ass continued to be oblivious to Shiro’s advances, back in the day, Shiro had gotten just as frustrated as Lance, pulling out all the stops. It had only taken the man a week to snap, and Shiro had gotten the fucking of his life and the man of his dreams. It was great. But Keith? Keith is at least three times more stubborn than Adam. Poor Lance has his work cut out for him, that’s for damn certain.
Shiro puts his phone away, notes gathered, and watches the disasters in question. He smirks, resisting the urge to rub his hands together like an actual supervillain. Hoo-boy. This is going to be excellent.
Shiro’s just about to go to bed when there’s a sharp knock on his door. He sighs, looking at his bed mournfully. So close.
Maybe he can pretend he’s asleep?
The knock comes again, and Shiro rolls his eyes, schooling his expression into neutral before walking over to the door. Apparently not.
“Lance,” Shiro greets, “hey. Come in.” He opens the door and Lance does not hesitate to stride in. Shiro closes the door, leaning against it. He looks at Lance with quiet amusement. The Cuban is tense, muttering in Spanish and avoiding Shiro’s gaze.
Fuck yes. Drama time.
“Anything I can help you with?” he asks pleasantly, knowing full well he’s being a cock. He knows exactly why Lance is here, and he’s enjoying drawing this out. He thought he was only going to see Keith lose his shit, but it appears that he gets to witness both sides of team Sexual Frustration go batty. Excellent.
Lance gives him a deadpan look, seeing right past the placid tone. “You know why I’m here.”
“Doesn’t hurt to get some clarification,” Shiro says, barely holding back a smirk. Lance glares harder, but eventually sighs, evidently deciding he wants Shiro’s help more than he wants to preserve his dignity.
“I need some advice,” Lance admits reluctantly, “of the seduction kind.”
This time, Shiro doesn’t hold the smirk back. “I see. Would this have anything to do with our resident Galran hothead?”
“Mr. Dense & Oblivious? Yeah. Unfortunately.”
Shiro laughs, shaking his head. “I dunno what you need me for. You seemed to have everything handled pretty well in training today. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Keith go so red.”
Now it’s Lance’s turn to smirk. “Yeah, that was great.” His smirk drops, replaced by a look of annoyance. “But it didn’t work. I’ve done that before, and it worked immediately! Zero problems. And I laid it on thick. I don’t know why I can’t get through to him.”
Shiro shoots Lance and exasperated look. “C’mon, Lance. You know how Keith is.”
Lance’s expression turns all romantic and moon-eyed, Shiro notices gleefully. Oh, this is wonderful. This is so embarrassing for them. And Shiro gets to witness all of it.
“Yeah,” Lance sighs, “impulsive until it comes to people he cares about. Then he thinks and overthinks.”
Despite himself, Shiro smiles a little too. His brother is a huge softie — as much as he loves to run headfirst into trouble, as soon as others are involved, it’s like he suddenly grows the ability to think ahead. He’s very protective of his loved ones. It’s sweet.
“Exactly. So if you want him to crack, and, from his perspective, risk his friendship with you…”
Lance deflates. “I’m gonna have to try way harder.”
“And that’s the understatement of the century,” Shiro snorts. “It’ll take you a month of this, at least.”
And boy do those words appear to be the wrong thing to say. Lance rears back, eyebrow high and judgemental.
“Excuse you,” he says, hands on his hips. “I absolutely do not need a whole-ass month. I’ll be surprised if I need more than two weeks.”
Shiro laughs, opening his mouth to argue, but pauses. “Okay, as much fun as I was having being a bitch, I think I’ll draw the line at betting when you’ll successfully seduce my brother. That feels mean.”
Lance rolls his eyes for what has to be the fifth time in the twenty short minutes they’ve been having this conversation. Shiro considers making a ‘careful or your eyes will get stuck’ comment, but he’s currently being the Cool Older Brother™, and isn’t super interested in being demoted to grandpa, so he holds his tongue.
“C’mon, Shiro, hop off the high horse. It’s not like I’m setting Keith up to get his heart broken, or anything. I’m in love with the asshole. I’m just trying to get the ball rolling this way, because nothing else seems to be working.”
Shiro chokes on his own spit a little. “Sorry. I think I misheard. What was that?”
“Oh, don’t act all surprised,” Lance chides. “I think I’m pretty obvious about it.”
“I knew you liked him, but I didn’t know you were in love with him!” Shiro exclaims.
Lance shrugs, but he’s avoiding Shiro’s gaze. “He’s very charming.”
Shiro squints at him. “You are very casual about this,” he declares after a moment of judgemental staring. “Where’s the Lance who had a gay crisis and hid in his room for three days after panic-coming out to everyone in the middle of training?”
“...He had another crisis three days ago. I’ve made my peace with it now.”
Shiro grins, moving closer to ruffle Lance’s hair (much to his annoyance).
“I see. Well, in that case, I’ll take you up on that bet, Lance. There is no possible way you're gonna get my stubborn-ass brother to crack in less than a month.”
Lance grins, eyes devious and sharp. “Oh, you’re so on.”
Shiro has to hide a grin in his cup when Lance walks in to breakfast wearing Keith’s dorky cropped jacket, because his brother’s face is hilarious. There are a couple raised eyebrows from the rest of the team, as well, because last they checked the sleeves of Keith’s jacket were certainly not big enough to give Lance literal sweater paws.
“Where did you –” Keith’s voice cracks so many times that even Shiro, in all his amusement, starts to pity him (not Pidge. Pidge laughs and points at him.) “Uh. Where’d you get that jacket?” he finally forces out.
Lance smiles serenely, but Shiro isn’t fooled. He sees the mischief in his eyes.
Oooh, this kid is good.
“Oh, you know. I haven’t seen you wear it in a while, so I was trying to figure out why. I realised it’s too small for you, now, so I made some adjustments! It should fit you now.”
Keith blinks, and a besotted smile spreads on his face. Shiro meets Hunk’s deadpan look and they both roll their eyes in tandem.
“That’s really nice of you, Lance. Thanks.”
Lance smiles at Keith again, and makes his way to his seat. He grabs some space bacon and a bowl of goo, sitting in his usual spot right next to Keith. Shiro notices he subtly scooches his chair closer to Keith. Just the smallest amount, but still. Calculated.
“Can I, um.” Keith clears his throat. “Can I… have the jacket?”
Lance sighs, making his eyes all big and round and siccing them on poor Keith’s unprepared self. “Oh, I guess so,” he pouts. “Your clothes are just so comfortable. I was hoping to wear it for a bit longer, but if you need it back —”
“No!”
Everyone startles a little at Keith’s sudden yell, except for Shiro and Hunk who have been watching the exchange with interest.
“No, you can keep it,” Keith adds hastily. His face is a little blotchy. “It’s fine. Totally fine.”
Shiro nudges Hunk, who leans in. “Watch,” Shiro whispers, “Keith’s about to lose it.”
Lance grins at Keith, all sunny and bright, and leans in to peck Keith on the cheek.
The glass Keith was holding explodes into thousands of little shards, just as Keith turns scarlet.
“I’m gonna — gotta go clean — maybe I should — goodbye,” Keith stutters, and rushes out the door.
Lance huffs, scowling at his bowl of food goo.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters.
Shiro laughs at him.
To Lance’s credit, even Shiro’s surprised the next try doesn’t work.
They’re in the training room again, nearing the end of a simulation. Everyone’s a little tired and sweaty, as they’re rapidly approaching hour five of training and everyone’s kind of ready to wrap it up.
Lance makes the final shot, nailing a gladiator bot between the eyes and clearing the level. Shiro calls for a hydration break, sending everyone to the mini-fridge to grab a water pouch and chill out for a bit. Pidge and Hunk pair up, as per usual, idly discussing one of their projects but mostly just catching their breaths. Shiro makes his way over to Allura, handing her a water pouch. She accepts it gratefully, shooting him a smile as she does some stretches. Lance is a toss-up – he rarely sits with the same person twice in a row, preferring instead to spend time with different people every day or spend a couple minutes with everyone, like the social butterfly he is.
Today, though, he sits with Keith, as he has been doing for the past week or so. Allura inclines her head at the two, raising a questioning eyebrow at Shiro.
“Would you happen to know anything about that?”
Shiro shrugs, smirking. “I know enough to be sure that I will be treating whatever comes next as my own personal soap opera.”
“I see,” Allura snorts. “Alteans were not so complicated in their courting. I have never witnessed such foolishness before – I must admit, it truly is amusing.”
“Yeah, humans are messy,” Shiro agrees. “But these two are particularly disastrous. They’re just as stubborn as each other, so. Heaven forbid they communicate or something.”
“Mhm.”
The two watch on in comfortable silence, sipping their water and stretching lazily. It really is like a soap opera. Keith and Lance are talking quietly enough that neither Shiro or Allura can really hear, but both boys are so naturally expressive that it isn’t hard to infer the conversation. Lance is gesturing wildly, hands waving about, and Shiro’s lip-reading isn’t excellent but he’s pretty certain he sees Lance make several goofy sound effects. Keith is laughing and smiling and eating it right up, feeding into Lance’s energy.
After a few minutes the story must end, and both Keith and Lance settle into the same comfortable silence that Shiro and Allura are in, only with sexual tension.
After a few minutes, Shiro can physically see the switch turn in Lance’s face — he goes from excited and animated to devious in a nanosecond. Shiro scrambles to his feet, startling Allura.
“What’s wrong?”
“We have to get closer,” Shiro hisses.
“Why?” she asks incredulously.
“I know that look Lance is getting,” Shiro responds as they speed over to a spot where they can hear the boys better. “He’s about to make this soap opera 300% more interesting.”
Allura grins, and the two settle down again about ten or so feet behind the red and blue paladins.
“– so I guess I can’t call you Mullet anymore, huh?” Lance is saying. He’s much closer to Keith than he was before; kneeling right in front of him. Their faces can’t be more than eight inches apart.
“Guess not,” Keith says quietly. Breathlessly.
Lance hums, tilting his head. “I bet you still use 2-in-1 shampoo,” he teases, and Shiro knows exactly where this is going.
Some of the hesitance leaves Keith’s posture, and he leans forward a bit. They have this argument frequently. “It’s efficient!” he argues.
“It’s a travesty, is what it is. You’re gonna ruin your hair like that. I wonder –” Lance reaches forward, gently brushing his fingers through Keith’s fringe. Keith goes rigid, and Shiro can imagine his heartbeat thundering. “Oh, wow. It is soft, even without the conditioner.”
Keith makes an aborted, throaty noise, eyes closed and fists clenched. The poor bastard looks like he’s about to combust.
Shiro and Allura exchange smirks. Whipped.
Keith clears his throat, several times, and Lance pulls away with the tiniest smile on his face.
“Cute,” he murmurs, then sits back on his heels, re-establishing the space between them. He looks at Keith expectantly, and his thoughts could not be more clear: your turn, Keith.
There’s a moment of silence, and then Keith stands up, brushing off his pants. “We should get back to training,” he says, voice a little strangled. He holds out his hand for Lance to grab, and Lance sighs heavily before taking it and getting pulled to his feet.
Shiro and Allura look at each other, wide-eyed and incredulous.
“Yikes,” Shiro mutters.
“Yikes is correct,” Allura agrees.
On week three, Shiro is pretty sure he’s going to win that bet. Lance has pulled all the stops. He’s done the hand thing, the jacket thing, the oh-you’re-so-strong-I-bet-you-can-lift-me-up thing, on and on. Once Shiro even watched him climb right over Keith’s lap to get a remote. Keith had been flustered, but the attempt had been fruitless. Honestly, Shiro was starting to feel bad for him.
It wasn’t like Keith didn’t actually like Lance. He still came to Shiro’s room every night, like clockwork, to vent and moan and screech and swoon about the boy in blue and his pretty eyes and face and legs and everything about him is just so wonderful, Shiro, even when he’s pissing me off. And I swear he’s trying to kill me, Shiro, he must be, I swear I can’t even think around him sometimes –
Yeah. It’s as bad as it sounds. Sometimes Shiro just wants to shake him by the shoulders and drill it into his head that you need to go for it, your stubborn dork, Lance is so down bad for you it’s ridiculous, just please take that one step because for whatever reason Lance is just as stubborn as you are and refuses to make the step himself.
But, you know. He has a bet to win, so. Maybe he’ll knock some sense into Keith after the month is up.
The gist of the matter is that Shiro has watched Keith out-stubborn Lance for three weeks now. He genuinely believes that Lance is going to lose, and tonight’s scheme is no exception.
Lance has set the stage incredibly well. Everyone’s all cozied up for movie night, nestled in close with dozens of pillows and blankets strewn all about. Lance had quietly seated himself next to Keith, and it wasn’t even out of the ordinary, so no one bat an eye.
Well. Shiro did. But that’s because he is completely invested, at this point. He is going to see this thing through, dammit.
But anyway. Lance is wrapped up in at least 5 blankets (that boy is always cold. Seriously. Always. He claims it’s because the castle is constantly frigid and his ‘Cuban blood’ is not used to that kind of cold, but Coran told Shiro that Lance is just anaemic and has bad circulation. Go figure). He’s scooching closer to Keith by the second. Shiro resists the urge to turn down the volume of the movie they’re watching so he can hear the boys better, settling for simply straining his ears.
“Sorry,” Lance whispers, finally getting close enough to lean on Keith. “I’m just – wicked cold. And you’re basically a human furnace.”
Surprisingly, Keith doesn’t freeze up this time, or even get flustered. All he does is lift his arms so Lance can curl up under it, and smiles softly.
“Half-human furnace,” he teases, just as subdued.
Lance snorts, laying his head on Keith’s shoulder. “Half or not, you’re the hottest person here. In more ways than one.” He shoots Keith a wink, but Keith only rolls his eyes, smiling.
Hm. He seems much more comfortable with this quiet flirting, and it does not escape Lance’s notice.
Lance shoots Keith one more smile, and snuggles deeper into him, turning his attention to the movie.
Shiro smiles, soft this time instead of smug. Lance may not win their silly little bet, but he will be winning Keith’s heart. Of this, Shiro is certain.
The morning of the day before Lance’s month is up, he and Keith stroll into the kitchen holding hands. Both have hickeys straight-up littering their necks.
“No!” Shiro yells, barely restraining himself from slamming his hands on the table. “Fuck! Come on, Keith! You couldn’t hold out one more day? One?”
Lance winks at him, and Keith smirks, clearly having been let in on the whole ordeal.
“I honestly wanted to date Lance faster just to spite you,” he says. Shiro scowls at him.
“One fucking day,” he grumbles, but can’t bring himself to be too angry. He’s happy for the losers, after all.
“So what finally did it?” Allura, who knows all about the bet because Shiro can’t help himself, asks.
Lance shrugs. “Turns out honest communication goes a long way. I just told him I like him.”
Nothing could prepare Shiro for the volume of the scream Hunk lets out.
“Six! Fucking! Years!” he bellows, stalking towards his best friend.
Lance shrieks and hides behind Keith, who looks very amused.
“I have been fucking begging you to talk to Keith for six years! Over half a fucking decade! Half a fucking decade I have put up with the most down bad, horniest, mooniest commentary in the world!” His voice goes high and mocking, and he bats his eyelashes obnoxiously. “Oh, Hunk, he’s so pretty and mysterious. Oh, Hunk, he’s sooooo talented. Oh, Hunk, his smile is just breathtaking. Oh, Hunk, that growth spurt made him giant, god, his biceps are as big as yours. I want him to step on me. Six years of this! Six years of enduring this pain!”
Keith cranes his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at his (!!) boyfriend. “Seriously? Did you actually say all that?”
“Oh, don’t pretend you aren’t just as bad, Keith,” Pidge drawls. “I’ve heard more about Lance’s legs than any person should ever have to. Ever.”
That shuts Keith right up, making him go as red as his lion.
Hunk huffs. “You’re lucky I’m so happy for you, you fuckin’ punk, or I’d kill you.”
“I love you! Please don’t murder me!” Lance squeaks, still hiding behind Keith.
Hunk rolls his eyes, but walks over and pulls the couple into a bear hug so strong it lifts them both off the ground. Both reciprocate happily.
“I want in on the affection!” Coran calls, rushing over to join the hug. Pidge, Allura, and SHiro all look at each other and shrug, rushing forward to join them too.
Soon all seven of them are giggling, sharing in the joy of the couple.
Lost bet or not – Shiro’s happy for his friends. Even if it means Lance will be smug about this for eternity.
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THE NEW GHOSTS PICTURES OH MY GOD.
(spoilers ahead obvi)
so of course I’m excited about the Pat storyline and all that but WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KITTY RIGHT NOW.
she’s playing Cinderella DO YALL KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!?!?!?!?
there are about to be some PARALLELS drawn between the panto and her own stepsister’s cruelty. in that flashback, she wanted desperately to go to the ball, and it was Eleanor’s scheming that stopped her. another facet usually focused on in adaptations of the story is Cinderella’s grief for her mother, which is also touched upon in Kitty’s backstory
I’m guessing this might start out as the other ghosts thinking she just wants to be the center of attention and humoring her as they cast it, but as they rehearse, it’ll start bringing some of that trauma back up for her. and maybe this time the others, instead of shutting down her realizations about her past to maintain her cheeriness, will actually help her work through it.
according to Kiell’s tweet, Lolly’s work in this ep is going to be especially incredible, so I bet we’re going to get to see some SERIOUS growth, and, as self-appointed #1 Kitty Fan, I am ridiculously excited
like. she’s gonna be facing the same situation, except this time, she will triumph. she’ll be seen as the lovely one she truly is. the help and support she’s longed for will finally come to her (oh my god PLEASE let Cap play the fairy godmother that would be pure gold). she’ll dance with the prince-
-WHICH GETS A PARAGRAPH OF ITS OWN because there have been hints of her having a crush on Thomas since THE FIRST DAMN EPISODE. as someone who’s utterly obsessed with picking apart subtle little nuances in camera acting, I’m telling you, seriously, watch her during the whole show. watch her face after he thinks she’s Alison, goes in to kiss her, and then is led off by Pat. watch the way she’s so nervous during the sorry song but almost starts to smile when he goes off script with the rap verse. take it from someone with plenty of experience being in love with a friend and trying to keep it under the radar, THESE ARE THE SIGNS. of course it’s vital for Thomas’ development for him to somehow realize, despite the whole stay-how-you-died thing, that there’s more to life than romance; once that happens, series 4’s genuine friendship and banter laid a really nice foundation for the writers to eventually go in that direction later with them if they so choose (“burgundy, big time”, the WAY he LOOKS at her in that post-poetry-reading scene holy SHIT, etcetera). and now they’re gonna combine their Melodramatic Theatre Kid Powers™️ to play the best fairytale romance Button House has ever SEEN.
ANYWAY. after nearly three centuries of just longing to feel like part of something, to matter, to be seen, especially in the context of a party (watching her follow Alison’s friends around during that one episode was fucking devastating as someone who’s experienced something like that many a time), my beloved girl is finally gonna get to be the belle of the ball. and to that I say, GOOD 👏 FOR 👏 HER👏.
tldr; GO KITTY GO.
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Holy shit hooooly shit holyshit oh damn. Let's do this. god this will be long
This episode is proof that just because something was fairly predictable, it doesn't mean it'll be bad. It means the story did its job. Execution is what matters and boy was this intense
I was worried how much time we'd spend in setting up this crazy situation but it literally starts with it lmao nice
love how they went *RECORD SCRATCH* you're probably wondering how I got in this mess
Gotta say however I'm surprised they didn't just show that the 3 hooded figures were Darius, Raine and Eberwolf. Like, it's pretty obvious ahaha I expected them to just show their faces at the very end but oh well
Imagine if they'd actually gone inside his mind with no interruptions tho, would they have gathered information or also attempt to destroy something?
I hope we manage to fix Luz's cape btw
the use of cute bunny walkie talkies to keep a connection to them was fun, I was wondering how they were gonna get out
interesting contrast between people gasping like "don't let the titan hear you" vs in the past when they were like "wdym he talks to the titan, the titan is dead?"
and she cares so much about how people treat Eda. I love her
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wise words from King, and as soon as I heard them I was like ah I know a certain blonde kid who matches that description
also fits how affected he was back in Echoes of the Past. it's not easy to have your whole perspective change in an instant
hearing the whole propaganda of Belos is keeping us safe from ourselves :) and the contrast of him lying and controlling is so so creepy ahh
"I'm the youngest scout to become Golgen Guard" "I never found out what happened to the previous one" "why does Darius look so sad here?" triple hit combo of pure FEAR
knowing what we know, Darius was close to the previous GG, and called him his mentor and a powerful witch. since we were told all the grimwalkers look the same, while not identical, I assume Darius knows what Hunter is and is horrified at Belos
were some of the grimwalkers able to do magic I wonder?
Every. Single. One of them. has betrayed him. the previous one did too and told Darius. and the very first one also did
I had a hunch the brother was much more like Luz (and the Hunter we know now), someone curious and caring who loves magic, who wants to learn about it and isn't ok with hurting people. Someone who trusts maybe a little too much, but someone who will eventually decide to fight against his own family for what's right
goddd I haven't even reached the pictures yet
OBSESSED with Belos characterization. he has this fake, cold hallway with epic paintings of his "success" even inside his own fucking mind. he has this little kid guide them around to lure them into a trap, to toy with them and to scare and confuse them, and to help himself get rid of a problem
I love how they introduce the possibility that there is some guilt, some regret, some innocence? within him? only to say no, Belos is just a frighteningly good manipulator. always has been
his hand is shaking Imma kick Belos into the Boiling Sea myself
splat
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Addressing all the paintings with the brother in one go:
it looks like he was older. I bet he was protective
I feel we 100% must get another flashback later on we NEED it
I thought there was the smallest, tiiiiiniest chance the first brother had been killed in an accident. I don't anymore
from Yesterday's Lie we know the two were taken to the isles by a witch, and I wonder if while the brother loved it, wanted to belong, maybe learned to carve a palisman from a Clawthorne ancestor who knows wink wink Philip hated it, hated how much more powerful witches were compared to him, he felt threatened
there's one painting where the brother's body looks like it's posed similar to the Titan and I DO NOT LIKE IT
Hunter loves Flapjack so so so much and I am still scared Belos will hurt that little bird just to hurt the kid
Hunter: "I love you over and out"
Eda, King, me, everyone: AWWWWW
as soon as I saw that Eda and the rest were preparing the spell in the Owl House I was like oh good this means both of them will appear there! and then after I sec I was like.... hopefully
Hooty is iconic. best bird owl tube house him!
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Darius turns around and decides to help the SECOND he realizes Hunter is in there too. He knows he might get trapped there for good but he also knows what he might see...
Belos has always treated the Golden Guards like dirt, seems like he's so bitter towards the original yet he keeps creating more. the fact the brother was older and now the guards are always younger and younger as he keeps aging, always working under him...
this expression perfectly encapsulates my feelings for that whole scene as well
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there's a painting for Lily and Luz meeting Philip!!! wild
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I ADORE the Collector's design and wild personality, not what I expected. super curious about their motives and why are they seemingly trapped in that state. What even are they. Maybe an accidental curse. or maybe cursed by someone else, not so accidentally
either, way, seems we might meet them at the Day of Unity. hooray??
god, this poor kid having to find out in such a way... the way Belos talks about him as an object, as replaceable. brutal
this is absolutely horrifying. a hallway full of all the "failed attempts" before you
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those poor consumed palismen, fused together into a grotesque monster stuck inside a real monster's mind. yikes
"out of all the grimwalkers, you looked the most like him" old man I will end you
the Witch Hunter thing. is so so cruel. A witch hunter pretending to be a witch savior, creates the grimwalkers and names them Hunter while convincing them they're helping the witches! that is some twisted joke
I wonder if the brother's name was Hunter or something else
LUZ IS SO BRAVE SO COOL SO KIND SO BADASS SO SMART
I wanna point out Luz had no reason to connect Belos to Philip. before or after she found out he was a jerk, he was still a human. a human who lived in the Isles, built the door and for all she knows left back to Earth and died centuries ago
of course the only way through Hooty is romantic drama
they used all the titan blood. all of it
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gotta point out that Luz keeping the jacket and it actually being relevant to saving Hunter makes me emotional
HE USED GLYPHS
I noticed since they've first met, Hunter calls Luz "human" but at last he shouts "LUZ!" I'm not crying you're crying
kid was freaking out and ran away... at least his palisman is with him!
and now Luz has learned A LOT but it is concerning how Belos just. let them. I guess he did assume they wouldn't escape but he was still pretty calm. scary stuff
Ok like I said this was A LOT of info so this is long and I didn't even talk about everything but I wanna speculate a lil bit about next week's episode under the cut ;)
Ok, next week we get King focus and I feel it'll be a big one as well! from the promos there aren't a lot of shots left that could be from that one but there is this one I assume will be from it
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seems like Luz and Hooty will be accompanying King but not Eda
So I am wondering where will Hunter go? I think there's a chance we don't find out til later, he could be by himself with Flapjack, or Darius could've seen him run out and went after him. But I would be totally down for a B plot of Eda looking for him. It's not super likely but she did seem concerned so I thought I'd mention it! see ya next week
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me in the shower, just tryna shave my legs and have a normal night: you know, I'm really proud of that Leon and Ada boat scene meta post that I made earlier today. the biggest problem with Ada's character has always been that, outside of RE2, we never get a peek into her actual emotions at any point. she just seems to be a Sexy Spy Robot going on autopilot. but this is like, layered and nuanced and shit. it's interesting. my brain: hey me: ... uh oh my brain: you know what's really interesting about Leon and Ada's dynamic in the Remake series? me: ... oh god what is it just say it because this razor is very sharp and I have no wiggle room for bullshit. my brain: in OG, Leon always came off as naive and even a little bit childish due to his attachment to Ada. Remake is flipping that on its head. this time around, Leon is the mature adult in the room, and Ada is the one with a naive, almost childish worldview. me: ... what, you mean the whole "Leon is more comfortable with silence than Ada is" thing? I already did that part. my brain: bitch would I have piped the fuck up if that was it my brain: no, I mean the fact that people -- even you up to this point, dumbass -- have been misinterpreting the genesis of her redemption arc. it isn't that Ada discovers that she has a moral line in the sand that she won't cross. it's not like she reunites with Leon and, out of nowhere, has the epiphany "maybe killing people is bad, actually." me: ... go on... my brain: it's that she reunites with Leon and sees what he's become and feels incredible guilt over it -- and that's probably the very first time in actual literal years she's felt guilt over anything. me: ... so she... wants to avoid feeling guilty again...? is that what you're saying? my brain: yes, and the reason it's been so long since she's felt guilty about anything is because she doesn't ever ask why. she has no real sense of object permanence when it comes to what she's doing and who she's doing it for. she does her job and she shuts up and moves on to the next. it's an almost child-like mentality of "I just do what I'm told." and that's why Wesker is surprised to hear her ask for more information. when he says "I do not pay you to ask questions" it sounds like the very first time he's ever had to say that to her. ever. me: back up. how do you get from "feeling guilt over what happened to Leon" to "she's never questioned Wesker"??? my brain: Ada is extremely intelligent and, as a spy, curious and investigative by nature. if you think about how completely bewildered she was by Leon's change in attitude and demeanor, it only makes sense that she'd have a moment of "how the hell did this happen" followed up by the question of "what's driving him to fight so damn hard for a government that did what they did to him?" with the found answer that Cid gives Benedikta about Clive: "he's fighting for something he believes in." it's not about the government. it's about stopping something like what happened in Raccoon City from ever happening again. which then culminates in the thought: "why am I doing any of the things I'm doing? where are my efforts going, exactly? I guess I can just ask Wesker about it." me: holy shit me: you're right, it's not about drawing a moral line in the sand at all. that moral line has always been there. she just had no idea how close up on it she actually was. my brain: exactly. if not for her guilt over Leon, she would have never been inspired to ask Wesker what he plans on doing with the amber -- so, he would have never told her, and she would've handed it right over to him and been responsible for the deaths of billions. Ada is essentially learning for the very first time that her actions have consequences, like a toddler sticking a penny in a light socket. me: aight aight I feel u. but one thing to tack on: it's also probably not just Leon's influence at play here. there's probably something of Luis here, too. my brain: OH COOL I CAN MAKE IT EVEN WORSE THEN me: gODDAMN IT NO
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